Kindergarten Memories

Is there really a lot I can recall about my kindergarten experience? Not really. As unfortunate as that may sound I like to think of that as a blessing rather than a curse. My memories of being 5 and 6 years old are not bad, to be honest they are quite exemplary. In fact I would go so far as to say that my formative educational years were the best years of my life. So why am I glad to forget? I suppose I have just came to terms with accepting the inevitable loss of memory, and how those memories are not important or valuable to me anymore. However, there are the occasional memories I can never seem to forget. The ones that at the most random of moments still seem to creep into my mind. Perhaps they are triggered by small instances that reminds …show more content…
I loved the class, I could read and play with blocks and dinosaurs all I wanted. The room was had big tables, a bright background, bookshelves chock filled with books with all of the kindergarten necessities of learning. She had a very unique way speaking, it was not necessarily shrill or loud, but the way she communicated was very animated with her mouth, and long arms moving in quick circular motions and always a very jovial look on her face. She had a very energetic and very eccentric personality, she often sing about the common kindergarten topics, such as basic maths, clean-up time, recess, and of course, hygiene. I can picture her very clearly in my head, she was nearly 70 and wore a long fuzzy sweater, with dark gray pants, and brown dress shoes. On her wrinkled, yet smooth face she had a fabulous smile, scarlet lipstick and pearly white teeth. Her dyed curly hair stood up as if someone had cut a small hedge and painted it a very dark brown. I can clearly remember when I was first assigned my spot. The rug was old and a little dim but it had new feel as it was most likely dry washed prior to first day of school as it was evident that previous children had once used …show more content…
Of course at the time, I did not think much of it, with all of the colorful water and plants on the mat I was assigned to sit on the rock. The spot was on the far bottom left and it was a placid light brown, a simple, humble rock. A rather boring one too, due to the fact that I was very far (in terms of the carpets relative distance) from my friends. However, out of all the memories that have left my mind, and out of all the memories that I so nostalgically revisit, the spot always is the most prominent. In all honesty that spot is one of the few things I can remember about my time as a Kindergartner. Despite how the rug looked a faded green, blue, and brown, as if someone had put too much detergent when washing it. Or how it gave me terrible allergies like a full blast of pollen rising towards my nasal cavities. Or the bland aroma that emitted from the rug boring my senses as if it were old retirement home, dusty, placid, and a little