My earliest memory was when I was 4 years old, and it was my first day of pre-school. I remember that my classroom was the first door on the right from the main door to the school. I also remember that I was really scared of leaving my parents and I wouldnt stop crying, and I was kicking and screaming, and overall making a big scene. I think all the other little kids were calm and staring at me. Now, I am not afraid of leaving my parents (considering Im in college) and Im definitely a lot more independent.
My first memory was also of going to preschool! But I said that I felt continuous with my three year old self because I think that even though I cried, I was able to be independent and stay at preschool. I don't think that being upset about missing your parents and being independent are the same thing. You can get upset and still be ok with being at preschool! I'm sure your 4-year-old self was very wonderful for his/her age :)
My first memory was also of preschool, and I definitely was afraid of leaving my mum. I guess at that age we are all very attached to and dependent on our parents, and when we are first dropped into unfamiliar settings it is intensely stressful. I do remember having a lot of nightmares related to being separated from them or getting lost, so being separated in real life was something memorable.
My first memory was similarly at headstart (something I went to before preschool) and I remember having to be held back by the teachers and I was crying and screaming while my mom was leaving. I was fine after a few minutes and totally adjusted after the first day.
My earliest memory was also when i was four and in preschool. However, i remember waiting on a playground for my dad to come pick me up instead of being dropped off.
My earliest memory was also when I was 4, but I was already starting kindergarten. The only part I really remember was standing at my desk scared to death that I didn't know anybody. I could see my mom through a window and all I wanted to do was be with her. Because of that experience I was so traumatized that I waited another year before starting kindergarten.
According to my parents, I refused to go to preschool. I would not let go of their hands, thinking that they were going to leave me there. When they finally got me to let go, I would cry the entire time I was there.
