My first memory...

One of my first vivid memories involves school...and a severe hatred for it! I was in Kindergarten, every morning my mom would make me chocolate Malt- O- Meal! If there was not Malt-O-Meal it was not an ordinary day. Chocolate was my favorite, but sometimes I would settle for the maple due to the fact that I had devoured all the chocolate! Anyways, my sisters had already left, I went to PM kindergarten. I would sit at the counter on a high stool, eating my Malt-O-Meal in peace. The same conversation always ensued with me asking if I could stay home. Every weekday this conversation would occur, I never gave up. I was NOT going to go! Oh, no! Every now and then I would get my way because I would cry and cry and cry! The days that I actually went to school I would cry. I hated kindergarten! Now, I would do anything to go back! This also happened a few times in 2nd grade.



Finally, my mom was so fed up with me crying to stay home she had to lie to me to get me to go. She told me that if I didn't go she would have to call the cops. Hahah- needless to say, I went.

I laugh about this now and was really laughing the other day because my 2nd grade teacher e-mailed me asking me if I remembered this?! Well, if she remembers it then I must!! Haha! She was asking me why I cried? or if I really ever knew. Oh the memories...