Tormented Childhood

Kindergarten times

Everything starts with birth, but nothing is remembered about it rather than you were born. Whatever the gender the procedure is all the same. You born, cry, get cleaned up and be held between the arms of the one who gave birth to you. Those Angels are called mothers. They give you a name and soon they will bring you to their humble home and care for you. Usually there is a father involved who will also take turns on taking care of you when the mother is tired.

There's nothing much to be remembered when it comes to after the birth until after your first steps or your first time in the kindergarten. Some don't even get to that part, but to everything there's always a reason.

Kindergarten times are honestly the best, especially when you get to play Bingo. The teachers are friendly and nice, though sometimes they can be really scary depending on the situation.

I loved my kindergarten times, interacting and playing with other children was fun. My mother usually brought me to the kindergarten every morning while my father was getting ready for work. The place was pretty close to home, only a 10-15 minute walk. Then I still didn't understand the situation at home and between my parents. Though sometimes problems at home affected me in the kindergarten. I started to show some symptoms of agression towards the other kids, it was nothing serious, but it was quite worrisome to the teachers.

I only remember the time where I was agressive towards the boys who were just innocently playing by themselves in their play and then there was me who had the tendency to kick them before running back to my play corner. The kids always complained about it to the teacher, but they just checked on me and said "Rebecca is doing nothing wrong, she's just playing." One time I was caught red handed when I kicked one of the boys again. After that I don't remember what was my punishment or if I did get in trouble at all. I bet I did.

Overall I think I got along pretty well with other kids in my group. We were called "The Noisy Bears" or something like that, I believe. I remember we played a lot of different games and we even practiced plays that we later performed to our parents. I was always so determined and proud when it came to the roles in plays. Even though I wasn't that courageous, but there always was something nice about acting like someone else.

We weren't too keen in afternoon naps, but sometimes they were a bliss even though it took a while for all of us to fall asleep. There occured times where I had to sleep on the bunk bed, on the top and I didn't like that, because I was scared of heights. Still am, but it doesn't bother me as much as it use to.

When it came to the seasons of the year in kindergarten my favourite one was winter. We did a lot of fun things like skiing, making snow men, preparing for Christmas and singing songs. Those were the best times, especially skiing.

My parents made sure that mine and my brother's Christmas faith would still remain so they played Santa Clause for us. No, neither of them dressed up as a Santa Claus, they just put the presents under the tree a night before the Christmas. I know that Santa Clause isn't real, but I loved the presents, because with that I knew they care about and love us. I didn't get a lot of them, but I was still happy.