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Time to brush off the brain cobwebs.
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I was supposed to be 4 to enter preschool but since my birthday is in December, I was 3.
Because I was an only child, my mother always signed me up for “social” experiences and in 1967 she thought half a day at preschool with other children was just the thing.
I remember we were told to bring something to lay on the floor for nap time and while other kids had blankets or towels, my mother – being my mother – went shopping at Saks Fifth Avenue and I showed up with a large, extremely plush and colorful Humpty Dumpty oblong egg rug. I remember rolling it out and all the other kids oohing and ahhing… but not in a nice way. We all laid down and the next thing I knew some ratty little bastard pushed me off Humpty and stole it. I cried and pointed at the pint sized felon but was told to hush up and go to sleep.
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I don’t remember what happened later, though I’m sure my mother gave the teacher a good tongue lashing…but even after Humpty was returned the next day, preschool was never my happy place again.
How about you?
What’s your very first memory….
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If I really concentrate I can just about remember last week…
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Okay.
You get a pass…
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I don’t know how long I spent at a playgroup. But it wouldn’t have been long. I didn’t like it because I did not get privacy on the toilet.
I didn’t come out with that as a child to my mum. I only said I didn’t like it there and mum didn’t make me go. So that was that.
My mum learnt the reason why when I was an adult, why I didn’t like going there
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Understandable, for children and adults.
Early memories are strange. I don’t remember anything else about preschool, just the rug thief.
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I have a memory as a baby which was rather strange. I wouldn’t have known it then as being strange than just being scared. But as an adult with the memory, it’s strange. I can remember being in the cot and I was lifting my head up because in a line there was a moth, followed by an insect and whatever else. I can remember just holding my head up until giving a chance for them to hopefully go by and disappear. I must have been dreaming cos it rather strange that one. But I can remember my fear.
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And it must have been considerable fear for you to remember it.
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Oh yes. It must be why I always known not to rest and go to sleep until I have killed the moth, if I happen to have one in the bedroom.
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