The earliest memory that I can recall now is from when I was in kindergarten. I remember it was nap time and we pulled out our blankets to lay on the ground. I happened to choose a place next to the classroom door. I never actually slept in nap time and so like every other day, I just laid there pretending to sleep. For some reason, someone knocked on the door and so my teacher, Mrs. MacDonald, went to open the door. She was this anciently old woman who always wore skirts. I guess she thought I was sleeping and didn't realize that she was standing over my head. So I had a wonderful view when I looked up and I saw up her skirt. I just remember being creeped out and quickly closing my eyes. I'd probably do the same now because that'd be kinda gross if I didn't.
