I remember I liked the kindergarten teacher in Seattle but the one in Michigan scared me. I thought she never smiled. One memory I have of that kindergarten is when I got a bad burn on my arm from a hot pipe in the bathroom or something. And when we were supposed to put our heads on our desks to rest, it hurt my arm to let it touch the desk like we were supposed to. But I was too scared to tell the teacher about it. And I think it was in this kindergarten where we got a picture to color that was a detailed picture with a little picket fence and a house with flowers and stuff. I was angry because we were supposed to color it in with these big fat crayons we had to use at school. At home I had normal crayons and I knew I could have done a good job with those but with the fat crayons it would turn out ugly because I wouldn’t be able to stay in the lines. So I turned it in blank. What a rebel.
I guess stubborn is the word. Mom said, “People said that personalities didn’t really form in children until they were older but I knew your personality by the time you were two years old. It could be summed up in one word: stubborn.” Not all bad, though. Perserverance is a good thing, right?
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