The early years

I guess most people remember the time they spent in kindergarten. Not much was expected of you and there were always lots of cookies. Line up, go this way, go that way and nap time. That’s all you needed to know to get by.

When my grandmother broke her leg and could no longer watch me I had to go to kindergarten. My mother knew everybody in Alexandria and had found a nice little kindergarten for me. She would drop me off in the morning then pick me up after work. It was boring but the girls there were real nice and I especially liked the cookies.


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