Kindergarten. This is the time Charles Buell has asked us to write about. I was very lucky to have a wonderful and stable early childhood. This is probably why I am still quasi-sane today. Now, this statement is not open for debate. Sorry.
"The Secret to Youth is Arrested Development"....author unknown.
I can close my eyes and think back. My memory of that time is like photogenic to the point that I can remember what I was wearing and what everyone looked like. Except my parents for some reason. They hold only one caricature within my mind and heart and that is one of perfection. To me they are always young, healthy and perfect. As I close my eyes and take myself back to those times I am transported to a land of love, discovery and hope for the future. With my eyes closed and the true transport of mind and heart I can feel the joy of waking, the joy of breakfast and a hug from my mother.
I feel the wonderment of the world while gazing from my living room window. I can take myself back to the point that even if just for a few seconds I feel all the weight of the world being released from my shoulders and regain the innocence of the unknowing.
Life was a special gift that was ahead of me. I do not remember the very day I began Kindergarten but I remember the overall feeling of discovering the world of friends. I was born an only child and my parents, especially my mother, was very protective.
Going to Kindergarten meant I was going to get to spend hours every single day with other people...kids...my age. The anticipation grew each day before mom put me in the car and drove me to the little schoolhouse on the main drive of Edinburgh, Indiana.This really is about Kindergarten so bare with me. The day I truly remember and forget all at once, began with truth from me and the love of a little boy named Billy.
The truth. My parents were good friends with the owners of our one and only grocery store in town. It was an IGA store and the whole town shopped there. Since the owners were considered one of the wealthiest couples in Edinburgh, I got to enjoy the fruits of their labor by proxy!
They bought a color Television! This was the first color TV I had ever heard of!
I felt rich being able to watch our little black and white TV at home and to get to see awesome shows like the Beatles on Ed Sullivan and Elvis and Red Skelton, Herman's Hermits and all the really cool new rock and roll!
But, their COLOR TV was the most incredible invention since sliced bread and I got to watch it! I was one lucky little girl. We were invited into their living room and I was able to see the very first color presentation of "The Wonderful World of Disney". Yep. I was there. I would place my footprints into cement if I could but you will just have to believe me. My first memory was the big colorful screen and I was pasted to it like white on rice! The adults were ... well, somewhere. Probably in the kitchen and I was in "little girl heaven".
Now this Sunday night ritual lasted for many moons.
I saw Disney, in living color, each week for many, many weeks.
And, I made the mistake of telling Billy about it. Big mistake.
Edinburgh was a very poor area.
A color TV was a dream and not a reality there.
I was sitting in Kindergarten class one day and it was a snowy day as it often is there. We were playing in the back of the school room and Billy was one of my friends. I mentioned to him that I got to see The Wonderful World of Disney each week on a big color TV.
Big mistake! My mouth gets me into mucho trouble!
Billy's reaction was...
"You did not!"
"Yes I did".
YOU Did not"
YES I did..."
"Liar!" (now, this is the first time anyone had ever called me that word. I knew better and I did not lie.)
I paused....my mouth dropped open and I took a huge breath...
And screamed at the top of my little lungs...
"I DID TOOOOOOOO".
Billy picked up a book and whopped me, big time, right on the head.
Deb's lights went out.
I vaguely remember afterward...being at home in bed with my mother doting over me. Placing a cool rag on my forehead and a tiny radio in the background playing...
I Love How You Love Me, Paris Sisters...
So young. So innocent. I thought I loved Billy! But, I didn't know anything back then...and back then...who cared?
I still care about Billy.
You can read here about the day I punched Billy's lights out! I think I owed it to him...don't you? And, what I learned...avoid Billy!
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