I was in Kindergarten (age 4), in Mrs. Hunts class. I remember making gingerbread men and decorating it. After recess, when we came back to our classrooms, the gingerbread men had run away.Our whole class followed our teacher around campus, looking for the gingerbread men. We found clues along our way but didnt find them again until we got back to the classroom.
The only extraordinary circumstance was that I genuinely thought that my gingerbread man ran away.
I still feel as if I havent changed my personality very much. Ive matured so I dont have the same capacity of knowledge, but I still feel like it was me.
I have many memories from Kindergarten that Im still very fond of. Thinking back to Kindergarten is an enjoyable experience.
Aw thats a great memory. My memory is also from a very young age where very little things seemed so extraordinary. It all depends on how much meaning you give to a certain event, and how much impact it has on you. at least, thats what I believe.
