I'm not one of those people who has lots of memories from a very
But....I have a few.
I've been reading some blog posts lately about the first day of school (because I follow a lot of teachers and school librarians).
The first day of school is one of the few early memories I have.
When I was very young, my family moved from South Carolina to Louisiana.
I guess the age requirement for starting school in Louisiana was younger than South Carolina, so I was expected to start school unexpectedly. (Yes, I need a copy editor at all times.)
My mother was frantic and worried and neurotic that poor little Barbara would be thrown to the wolves at such a young age.
But, off I went.
What do I remember about that first day?
The teacher told me I just needed to raise my hand and ask if I needed to go to the LAVATORY.
She may as well have said, "Just raise your hand and ask if you need to go to the RTIMLGIG831YO^&(^(^^&YP. Okay?"
I was very, very confused.
THAT is my memory of my first day of school.
(And add to that the fact that the classroom had that unfinished painting of George Washington. What's up with THAT?)