This prompt says to “Write page three of your autobiography.” http://dailypost.wordpress.com
The first thought that occurs to me is my first day of school.
In Wauwatosa, Wisconsin, in the 1950s, we began Kindergarten at age 4, and then also had a second year of Kindergarten at age 5. We called this Morning and Afternoon Kindergarten. I don’t know how things are now. What I remember is being so independent. With how they decided age criteria for admission, I was older than some of the other children. I can picture the school, the playground. Years later I went back to visit my first grade teacher, Miss Lindquist, and she remembered me.
My mother went back to teaching when I was in first grade. My dad was a teacher too, and she wanted to give him some time off in the summers. Perhaps I knew him better as a result, than other children growing up in the 1950s. I don’t remember help with homework, as they had their own work. But the home was full of books and rich conversations. Mom corrected my grammar, in conversation. All in a kind way.
As is true of every family, we’ve had our share of losses and illnesses. Good years, hard years, all kinds of years. Still, the foundation from “the early years” is one of unconditional love–and lots of books as I said.
Some of my parents’ books are in this room, and I’ve donated so many. I can never read them all–plus, I have my own interests, and they would love to hear me say that.
The sun rose above clouds today, just now breaking through…blessings for a beautiful Sunday. Ellen
Image: Karen’s Whimsy.