Now, I must disclose that mine was not a premiere private kindergarten with $10,000 annual tuition and a waiting list. My kindergarten was a quarter mile away, up a dusty road and taught by our neighbor Mrs. Jones. Our classroom was in the basement and recess was on the front lawn where there was always a fight over the homemade teeter totter. Supplies and field trips were minimal. The snack was a half slice of homemade wheat bread and tap water.
- Have a lifelong unrequited crush on Peter, the kid with the pumpkin noggin and a love for paste
- Believe that "holding it in" until recess was worth a gold star on my chart
- Be reading about Dick, Jane and Sally who only communicated in 3 letter words and were the most boring family on earth
- Be so gullible that I believe people like my Uncle Jake when he told me that a cockle burr was a porcupine egg and that if I tucked it in my armpit it would hatch
I moved on
soaking in knowledge like an organic sea sponge
growing and maturing until
now I too
can solemnly present the cockle burr of knowledge
to my newly minted kindergarten-aged grandson, Liam
so he can hatch his own porcupine of wisdom.