The First Day of Kindergarten

  The First Day of Kindergarten

Looking back I remember in the very, early years of childhood being filled with love and feeling such confidence. The family was always close. I felt so important like I was the center of the universe, and love wrapped around me like a warm blanket on a cozy winter day. It was a perfect world, and my mother was the author of it. She was my world. Wherever she was at I felt safe. My mother was perfect, I was perfect and my world was perfect.

That all changed on my first day of Kindergarten. I had never been to school before. I had no idea I would have to even go to such a foreign place. I felt as if I was being sent off to war in a scrap yard where wild animals and vicious tigers roamed. I was so scared. The very foundation I was standing on had been shaken and shaken hard. There were loud voices coming in every direction and chaos abounded. I was suddenly aware of my weight, my hair, my clothes, and my very insignificance, and of course my lack of ability to make friends. My world was now inside my head and it was just the beginning.

Strangers seemed to peer at me, inspecting me as if I were a bug. I clung to a family that had brought me here and I prayed they would never leave. buzzing chatter noisily continued for what seemed to be a lifetime. Then one by one parents and grown-ups slowly begin to leave. I was alone now, and with these Martians with children's faces, that and the teachers of course. I stood there looking onward assessing my doom. Then somewhere in the room, a cry was heard, a loud shattering cry. It was another child screaming with big huge elephant-sized tears running down their face. That's when I felt their pain. It was like my own, and before I knew it I was crying too.

The day went by and soon it was time to go home. Daddy had come to pick me up. I don't remember much about what happened after that day but I do remember mommy asking me how my day went and what all happened and I told her I cried and she asked me why did I cry and I said because the other kids were crying and so I cried too. Then we both looked at one another and we started laughing. I realized that I had not needed to cry and that I had only cried because I had felt the other kids' emotions. Sure I was scared and didn't want to be there but I was not a child who cried. I was my daddies child, and I was tough. That's when I got the devastating news that I was not done with school. I had to go back to that awful place for many days to come. I remember being so angry because of that, but the next day when I went back. I remembered my mother and me laughing over yesterday's events and I never cried that day or any other day over having to go to school. I just went after all mommy had told me if I didn't they would put them in jail and I never wanted that. So I sucked it up and went.