I have fond memories of my first 5 years, though truthfully I don’t actually remember many specific instances from my early childhood. I just know that it was good….but not without trauma. I remember going to ballet class. I remember being at my Grandma’s house and watching my great grandma fall down the stairs after drinking homemade grape juice. I remember hiding under Grandma’s dining room table while the ambulance picked Great Grandma up to take her to the hospital.
I don’t remember my dad getting sick, or being sad when Mom told me that I couldn’t get up on his bed to play.
I don’t remember the trips to and from the hospital to visit dad.
I do remember the yellow room at the top of Grandma’s stairs where dad spent his last few weeks.
I don’t remember his funeral, just six months after my second birthday.
I don’t remember meeting my new dad for the first time, or even the time that he asked me if it was ok if he married my mom.
I do have faint memories of the party at Grandma and Grandpa’s house after Mom and Dad got married. I couldn’t have been happier.
I remember loving my dress. I still have it.
I remember loving our new house and our new family situation. We were a family again. It’s amazing how resilient little kids are.
I don’t remember preschool, though I have the picture to prove that I went.
I don’t remember what I did for four years before I had a sibling.
I do remember kindergarten. The small bathrooms, the tables scattered around the room where I could write books and color and paint.
I remember the playground.
And I remember my first kiss.
His name was Sam, and some other kids challenged us to kiss under the tall metal slide during recess.
I remember that the kiss was quick and awkward, but not as awkward as Ms Gill telling the entire class that we should not kiss on the lips at school.
Everyone knew she was talking about me and Sam.
I’m the cute blonde in the front row, with white shirt and white tights. Sam is the little boy in the middle row…..appropriately wearing the blue sweater that says “SCORE.” I will never forget that adorable face.
What do you remember from your first five years?
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