Thursday, June 17, 2010

Mommy’s Piggy Tales – The Preschool Years

I’m participating in a project called Mommy’s Piggy Tales where I’ll be writing stories about my childhood once a week for 15 weeks, starting with birth and ending with graduation in the hopes that my children, and possibly my children’s children, will one day appreciate it.

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Some people (like my husband) have incredibly clear memories of their early years and can describe in detail the places they went, what they thought about while they were there, what they were wearing, and what they ate in the car on the way to said place.  I am not one of those people.

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I have just snippets of memories of my preschool years.  These years just seem to be vague impressions for me, but I do have a few, relatively clear memories.

I was born in <city, state>, but at some point we moved to <a different state>.  I don’t actually know when we moved, but I do know that my parents split up when I was 2 and we had already moved (at least I think that’s right).  I remember next to nothing about living there and my mom and I moved back to <original state> when I was 5 and then my dad moved back too, but to the other side of the state.

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My clearest memory from early preschool is losing my first tooth.  I was at school and we were all getting on our cots for naptime.  They were those canvas cots with the metal frames and I must have hit my mouth on the side as I went to lie down because out came my tooth!  I guess I didn’t understand that you lose teeth as you grow up and I don’t remember what I thought about it, but I do remember that I THREW IT AWAY!  Thankfully, one of the teachers must have noticed that my tooth was missing and learned where it had ended up because she pulled it out of the garbage for me so I could save my first tooth for the tooth fairy.

One day, when I was 4, my mom took me shoe shopping.  (I have no memory of this day, but I’ve heard the story from my mom several times…)  As she was paying for the shoes, I tried to say something to her, but my speech was slurred and unclear.  My mom knew immediately that something was wrong and she pulled me out of the store without the shoes and headed for the doctor.

It turns out I had had a seizure.  After several tests, they learned that I had some scar tissue in my brain (possibly caused from a fall down some steps that ended with me landing on my head on the concrete floor – this will become a trend throughout my childhood) that was causing very small seizures.  I was put on phenobarbital which, according to my dad, made me bounce off the walls until my body had acclimated to it.

My parents get pretty upset when they remember this time. (I think I was pretty much clueless.)  My dad remembers taking me in for an MRI or an EEG as one of the worst days of his life.  I remember that he promised me ice cream afterwards.

Luckily, for me, the seizures were never (with one exception) very large.  I actually remember sitting in Second grade having one and no one even noticed.  Luckier still, they ended after a major event when I was 8.  Though it was a fairly short-lived issue that I barely remember, I still consider those experiences as a defining time in my childhood.

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My most clear memories are of kindergarten and they make me laugh every time I think of them.  My kindergarten was offered through my day care, so I actually had no clue I was in kindergarten until I graduated.  I was too busy playing Wonder Woman with the boys.  This game consisted of the boys trying to get into the little play house out in the yard and me grabbing them by the wrist and swinging them around and around until they went flying off before coming back to try again.  (Do you remember how Wonder Woman used to do that?  She was awesome!)

The other game we played was “KISS”.  No, not kiss-ING…KISS, as in the band!  There were a few boys that were often there late like I was and they always wanted to pretend they were members of the band KISS.  I was a girl, so I couldn’t be in the band, but I could be a groupie!  They’d run around that daycare doing who knows what and I’d chase around right behind them, as any good groupie would.

Preschoolers are dorks.  Gotta love ‘em!

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11 comments:

  1. too cute! i love those red socks and red shoes- awesome! i don't remember a whole lot of my preschool years either. i love hearing the stories though from my own parents and i hope i can share stories with my kids about their childhoods. what a neat concept.

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  2. Precious...love how you told it and it will be awesome for your kids and grandkids. Looks like you remembered a lot....enjoying reading each person's journey in this project.
    Janette

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  3. You were so cute! Those pics are so adorable! I was as towhead as they come so it's fun to see someone who has such dark hair and eyes. I LOVE the story about playing Wonder Woman! that is hysterical!

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  4. Great post. Funny, I don't remember much about myself either. I'm always amazed at people that remember such vivid details. So thankful for the few photos that help me piece my life's stories together.

    Thanks for dropping by my blog today and for the thoughtful comment. I think you may be right about the pressures we place on ourselves. I need to keep that in check. I need to do what I can and that is all I can do.

    Thanks again.

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  5. I absolutely cannot believe how much Thing 1 and Thing 2 look like the little girl in those pictures! It's amazing.

    Becca

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  6. What a cutie! Those pictures are adorable. I wonder how many other 5 yr olds think 'graduating' from Kindergarten is no big deal? It might be more than we'd imagine. Sounds like you were just enjoying being a little girl.

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  7. So funny about losing your tooth! I think I was in Kindergarten, too, and it was more traumatic to me. Glad your teacher retrieved it for you!

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  8. I too have trouble remembering much from this age. Its blurry snippets of places, people and events, jumbled up and hard to pinpoint at what point on my timeline they all belong!
    Thats a cute story about losing your tooth! I remember singing "All I want for Christmas is my 2 front teeth" as a young child, but I don't remember ever really losing any distinctly. I think my mom still has the first one though, so I must have hung onto it!
    Thanks for sharing!

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  9. I am sensing a theme here, and I like it. KISS, Bon Jovi, Rat? Good to know your refined taste in music was honed at such a young age!

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  10. Love the red shoes, throwing away your tooth, and pushing the boys around.

    Seizures scare me! I can see how it would be hard for you parents. I'm glad you just remember things ice cream.

    You've been chosen to be featured this week for your group:)

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  11. I can't even imagine what your parents must have felt like when you were having seizures! How scary! And how wonderful that they went away!

    I have vague memories of playing Wonder Woman, too. Those amazing, golden wrist bands were the best! And wasn't she always using a lasso, too? Thanks for the walk down memory lane!

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