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. Family were 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, 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. The chatter continued for what appeared to be a lifetime. The grown-ups had all left now, and I was alone with these Martians. Then somewhere in the room, a cry was heard, a loud shattering cry. Another child screaming with big massive elephant-sized tears running down their face. That's when I felt their pain. It was like my own, and 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 crier. 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.