Ryder Girl

My Adventures in Kindergarten

I was five when I was put in an all inclusion Kindergarten at Blue Ridge Elementary School.  But still Uncle Peter followed me in the classroom.  My teacher recognized me as the little girl with the one imaginary friend who happens to be my BFF for life.  Mrs. Black, my kindergarten teacher, noticed me floating at least six inches above the alphabet mat that we sit on everyday for class.  

"Rebekkah, I'm proud of you for sitting Chris Cross Applesauce, but you need to be on the mat." Mrs. Black exclaimed in a firm voice.  She may be kinda strict when it comes to following the rules, but I said, "But Mrs. Black, my uncle Peter is with me.  I am sitting on his lap."

"But you can't sit on his lap, you need to sit on your letter in the alphabet mat."

"Uncle Peter, this is my teacher, Mrs. Black.  She is in my school teaching me ABC's and 123's."

"Very nice to meet you, Peter.  My student has to... whoa!  Rebekkah?"

My uncle Peter picked me up and took me right out the door leading outside to the nearest tree to the entrance.  Mrs. Black raced me to the tree with her green flats and long brown skirt.  My classmates were very surprised with what happened.

"Is her uncle... Peter Pan??"  asked Noah, another student that I know from across the street from where I live.  

"No," Mrs. Black informed, "Peter is her imaginary friend."

"Then how come she can fly, Mrs. Black?  I never ever saw anybody fly in real life."

"Look, I know that this is very strange indeed, but we are going to rescue Rebekkah together."

The students then lined up in a straight line with their last names in alphabetical order and followed their teacher out the door to see a flying student assumed to have flew into a tree. 

When Mrs. Black and her students arrived with a dozen other groups of students and teachers at the tree that I was in, the principal, Mr. Lumberman, opened his eyes to see his student have flown into a tree.  He shouted, "How did this happen?  Is this supposed to be Peter Pan here?"

"My uncle Peter brought me here."  I said, "He is guiding me someplace."

"Where exactly is he guiding you.  I mean, he's your imaginary friend."  Mr. Lumberman called my mother using her work number from the local baptist church.  "Hello, Mrs. Momoriel, your daughter seems very unique.  However, she went flying all around my school just to end up in a tree."  

My mother would probably laugh at the idea, but not when she saw her little girl float in front of a Christmas Tree that other time!