Monday, October 6, 2014
A New Beginning
I remember my first day of school. I think I remember the actual event, but it is possible what I remember is the retelling of the story of that first day.
My older brother was already in school and we often walked with him, though there were times he came home in the presence of others. The school was at most maybe a half-mile away, so it wasn't far. When I started Mom walked us both to school.
I enjoyed the morning. Then we were sent outside. So out I went. However, while the others headed off to the playground, I headed off to the house. I thought the day was over and we were being sent home. Needless to say, Mom was less than pleased to see me walk in the door. Once she determined why I was there, back we went.
She strongly impressed on me that when school was out the teacher would say so. I was not to leave until then, and even then I should stay until I saw my brother. We would go home together. She took me inside and explained the situation to the teacher. I apologized, of course. Kids did that then.
Before she left the building she also visited my brother and told him to make sure I was with him when he left for the day. So every day the teacher would make sure I knew it was okay to leave and watch to make sure my brother was with me when we did leave the premises. All that was not necessary. The lesson had been adequately instilled in my mind and I certainly was not going home alone again. But a routine was established and we practiced that until Christmas.
At that time we left California and moved to Rush Springs, Oklahoma. There we rode the bus, so I had to wait to leave until the bus arrived for us. I did miss that daily walk, though.