My little neighbor kids had their first day of school today. The youngest (who I met at 8-months-old) had her first day of Kindergarten, and apparently, had a great first day and had lots of stories to tell.

Reminded me of MY first day of Kindergarten.

I remember standing at our driveway, waiting for the country bus to pull over and pick me up. My little brother was CLINGING to my side, saying my name, asking me not to go. (my dad reported later that all three went into a bedroom and cried together) I remember not knowing a SOUL when I got on the bus. I can't remember now who I sat with? I know, though, from that point on until I was 16 years old, I rode the damn bus to school. Dean was my bus driver. He once told my brother if he didn't sit down, he'd slam on the brakes and "wrap him around the gear shift". I'll never forget that. It's funny to me to this day.

But the first day of Kindergarten? Ah, my friends, is where the REAL HotDoctorWife appears. I started off my years of schooling with a bang, people!

I fell off the monkey bars and smashed up my nose - again - and bloodied it all to hell. This was the phone call my parents got from the school. Can you imagine? My mom is already hyped up crazy, so I'm sure this phone call sent her manic ass over the edge.

Later that year, I'd also miss my first school picture because of chicken pox, and a field trip because of some other ailment. Figures.

That year, one of my classmates (who I graduated with - remember, small town and all, no one leaves) fell out of a tree on his farm and broke his leg. He told us he crawled back to his house, and only survived by eating bugs on the way. We believed him. We were 5, after all.

Another girl had a tooth come loose, and she swallowed the thing. Why? She was afraid the teacher would take her tooth and keep the money. Again, makes sense. Right? Riiiiiiiight.

I graduated from that school. I went through every class, dealt with some really odd teachers, hated PE, loved music, and generally was a pretty decent kid in school. I only had detention ONCE. And why?

I laughed when my friend called someone a "cheese dick".

I'm still laughing.