Cried in Pre-kindergarten... and then I saw all the toys. Parents say I did not want to leave later. it was more of a day care center, though people did not call them that in the early '80s. When I actually started school, I remember kids bawling while I waited for my elder brother to bring me my tiffin box.
I actually remember the interview to get into my school at age 3. I don't remember the two interviews prior to that in which I am told I never opened my mouth. But this one I answered duck, elephant, and hen from the picture book, told the time looking at the clock and recited 1 to 10 in both English and Hindi.
I think I have spoken too soon.
What about yours?
hello!!
Sam99, unfortunately in my days when I was 3 years old there were no preschools in New York City. My mother took care of me and then later when I was old enough I entered kindergarten. It was so long ago, that I don't even remember my first day there. Thank-you for sharing your nice memories of school. Have a nice week ahead!......cabbagepatch
Yes, I also can't remember all the memories unfortunately. Thanks.
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I remember my schools days. it was 1982 and public school. At that time , teacher asked me to touch my right ear from the left hand over the head, I touched it, and I was successes to admitted. they calculate my age by that types of measurement.
Ha ha ha! it was funny interview. Thanks
Good post happy memories
First of mine are PRe 3/4 y/o nursery , I can remember a kid with his toe in his mouth turned out to be long time friend and first ever memory of another non family human too .
and crying as i could not understand why all the cakes had gone still feel that pain .
My earliest memories
I think your cakes had been eaten by that boy. Yes, These are all our primary memories.
This post arose the memories of my starting school days. I cried when my mom and dad left me in the school and then my teacher took me to my classroom. Good post.