in my life time. I can remember being in kindergarten with the little green chairs and brown tables. The tricycles were of special interest to me because I always wanted one, but never had one. Well, I tried to make my own trike when I was three years old. I had received a buggy as a present. I didn't want a buggy! I wanted a tricycle! So I tried to take the buggy apart in order to transform it into a trike. That didn't work at all. The trouble with the first semester in this kindergarten was that the teacher was a monster. She hit the kids with a ruler at times. She
even broke a ruler over little Bobby's head once. If you raised your hand for permission to go
to the little girl's room, she wouldn't let you go. Well, she was let go! Yes, she was an alcoholic and she was dismissed. The replacement teacher was an angel in disguise. She must have sensed my fear and she was especially nice to me. We didn't just draw pictures with crayons, no, we painted watercolor pictures standing at artist's easels! I remember painting a picture of a big gray elephant with colorful flowers around him. She had me take my creation to some of the other classrooms to show them what I did. That was very good for my fragile little ego.
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