I am amazed at how much I remember from kindergarten. I don't remember large memories, but little snippets of time that have stuck with me for 39 years. Here is what I remember from kindergarten.
*Seeing my sister coming down the stairs one day and saying hello.
*Going outside one day when it was snowing and catching snowflakes on black construction paper.
*Standing in line for a drink at the drinking fountain, and having BG and BE act rather snotty towards me.
*Doing a program at the end of the year, and I recited a poem about a top.
*Handing out papers in the room.
*Carpooling to kindergarten with the Lamb twins.
*I don't remember this...this is a story my mom always tells. When I was in kindergarten, apparently I knew how to read, because Mrs. Clark would ask me to hand out papers to the students, and I could read their names and was able to hand them out. But, apparently I was a bit stubborn at home, because when I was asked to read a book to a family member, I refused. Not sure why, but that is how the story goes.
As I look back at my earliest memories, they always seemed to involve a change in my normal routine. Even earlier I remember being in the Paulsen building in Spokane when I was four years old and having the gas mask come over my face, and the doctor told me to count back from five. This was when I had my tonsils removed.
I believe kindergarten was a special time for me, because I remember so many things, and it was such a big change.
And it was the only year the three Woolum siblings were ever in the same building going to school at the same time.