Tonight was my last hurrah - the office ladies took me to dinner after work. My boss had suggested that everyone bring in their high school year book for a laugh or two. One of my co-workers, Diane, didn't have a yearbook handy, so instead she brought in some photos from the Kindergarten classes she taught for twenty years.
Back and forth we went with the yearbooks and when I got to Diane's photos, I got the DISTINCT impression that she had been MY teacher. I had gone to the school where she taught. During the years she taught there. And she confessed that she'd always thought my mother looked awfully familiar...
The second I got home, I looked until I found this:
I'm the one in the white dress. My co-worker is on the right. How funny is it that we've been working together for over two years and neither of us figured out she was my Kindergarten teacher!?!?
I know some people have excellent memories from their childhoods and can tell you not only what their Kindergarten teacher's name was, but whether she smelled like paste or if she could draw a monkey. I can't. My memories before third grade are all a blur. All I remember from Kindergarten was that I wanted to be a housekeeper when I grew up and that I wore my favorite pink dress to graduation.