The Wonder Years: Revisited. (Kindergarten)
Monday, July 31st, 2006Inspired by my friend Mark, I decided to write a recap of every year that I was in school. Despite the fact that I am slightly younger than he is, I don’t think it will be any easier to remember much of anything before grade 8 but we’ll give it a shot.
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The name of my preschool or kindergarten (that must be a German word) or whatever-you-want-to-call-it-before-I-turned-5 was called Papillion et Pissenlit. Yes, it was French and situated in the next “village” or “hamlet” over, Pubnico. The name means Butterflies and Dandelions, but “pissenlit” itself was always hilarious to us kids because if you made that one word into three - piss en lit - it roughly translates to “pee in bed”. It was on the top floor of the community building, which ironically is the same building I recently took my wedding pictures in. There were two older ladies that ran it, I remember them being old then and I have no idea if they are still alive but I highly doubt it. A fair amount of the kids in it were also in my primary class the following year. A few instances of that particular year stand out to me.
First, I hated oranges (the fruit and at that time the juice too) at that early age. One day the teachers cut them up for us in slivers and I decided I liked them that way and would beg my neighbor to recreate them but never could the magic of those particular oranges be created. I still do not like the taste or texture of the fruit.
I also remember not being very sociable with the other kids. I have a distinct memory of being alone surrounded by shelves of books and reading, perfectly happy not to be playing with the others. I also remember making a little boy with no hair (or at least whitish-blondish wispy hair) cry because I hit him with a blunt object since I didn’t want to share. The boy probably had it coming - I don’t think I was a child that would take toys from others but often I would protect the toy I was playing with already. I don’t recall making any friends or being invited to playdates unless it was instigated by the mothers. I was probably a lot like I am now - not all that concerned with making friends as long as I had things I could do by myself.
I don’t think that I hated preschool or anything, but it wasn’t exactly something I loved either. I was just as content to play with my toys at home as I was anywhere else.
Next: Grade Primary (which is not grade 1 for those of you that don’t have our screwed up school system!)