Thursday, June 17, 2010

Blog Biography number 2- preschool and kinder years

Preschool/Kindergarden years

Preschool seems to be defined as "3 and 4 year olds." When I was almost three my litle brother was born. He was born on Easter. I have no recollection of visiting them in the hospital but my mom says that I ate her mint chocolate chip ice cream.

When I was four I went to a "Special 4's class". The only thing I remember doing there was making an alphabet book and that when the teacher asked what "O" stood for I proudly said, "Oprah!" and she laughed.

I made an, "About Me" book in that class and it's pretty fun to look at still. We all laughed when we looked at the picture I had drawn of my family because first of all everyone was an "x" body with a floating head. Everyone was smiling except my mom, who was without a doubt frowning.Being a teacher's aide now I would definatly wonder why any of my kids would draw their mom that way. My dog, cocoa, also looked like a flying tooth. I sucked at drawing, still do. According to my book my favorite color was red, yet the cover of my book was purple and it was tied together with pink yarn, colors I remember being absoulte favorites. My favorite food was ice cream, I was 3 feet 8 inches tall, and weighed thirty nine pounds.

I spent lots of time with my grandparents, who lived a mere 5 minutes away. They were a big part of my life growing up and I had/have a very special relationship with them.

My mom and dad decided to homschool us so I never went to a traditional pre-school. However, my kept me busy and by the end of preschool I was learning to read. I don't remember much else but I do have vague memories of learning what each letter said and how many different sounds they had.

I know that our family wen to church every week but again, I don't have any specific memories. My real memories start when I am around 6 and after my youngest brother was born.

I have some silly memories of things like my parents declaring that it was time to, "put us away" and having my dad hang me in the coat closed by the back of my shirt. I'm not quite sure how he did it without it choking me but I do remember being terrified as the door closed and it got very dark and I also remember my parents laughing.

I also remember my dad tossing me into bed and then "tucking me in." He would lift the entire mattress and tuck the sheets in real tight and I remember not being able to move and loving it.

I remember my mom letting us make "magic pudding" on Saint Patrick's Day. She got pistachio pudding and put the powder in a tuperware bowl. Without the milk the powder looks white. She then added the milk and had us shake the bowl and it "magically" turned green. That is a very vivid memory.

I know I was a chatter bug, my parents said I never shut up. My mom says that every though that passed through my head came out of my mouth and that I drove them nuts often times. Other than that I don't have very many memories of being that age.

Next week: Age six/first grade


  1. I wish I still had my "about me" book. Those are the best! And my dad used to tuck me in like that too, so funny that we liked that!

  2. I remember making about me books! We made them out of wall paper samples. I had completely forgot about those!

  3. Those about me books always have such funny memories! The drawings/concepts we have of our families and selves are great! Love the St. Patty's pudding trick too!

  4. Loving the memories!

    Delighted to meet you today. Hope you don't mind if I splash around for a bit. This looks like a refreshing place to slip off my shoes and soak in some goodness.