Everybody remembers their first day of kindergarten, right?
My teacher's name was Mrs. Yates. We had nap time, which I thought was silly because I wasn't tired.
And my family had moved the day before. When I walked home the first day, I couldn't find our new home in the new neighborhood. I wandered up and down the streets, and the houses all looked the same to me. I was an inch shy of panic, and then I found a boy from my class who was lost too, so we walked together.
Finally, a car pulled up next to me. I don't think I was ever so glad to see my mother, and she probably was just as glad to see me.
The next day, my older sister (who was going to a different school) met me at the door, and we counted the streets until we got to Yarmouth Road, our new street, picking out the mailbox on the corner as the landmark for where to turn.
Feel free to tell us about your first day.
-- Barbara O'Brien