Janna of Mommy’s Piggy Tales began a project to share our youth with our children. Every Thursday, I will tell a story about my childhood as if I were telling it to my children. At the end of this project, I’ll have a collection of stories about my childhood for my children to keep, and hopefully treasure.
When I was little, I spent the whole summer with bare feet. So it is no surprise to me that I remember having bare feet when we were moving from Nebraska to Illinois.
I was three years old, and we were spending the night in a hotel. My grandparents, your great-grandma and grandpa, were helping us move, and Grandpa Jim was driving the moving truck. We got to the hotel first, and as we saw Grandpa Jim pulling the truck into the parking lot, I ran down the sidewalk waving to him. Great-Grandpa was just behind me, and he saw something I didn’t see — a big ol’ bumblebee, flying down from the roof of the hotel straight for my big toe! He ran up behind me, grabbed me under the arms, (I remember seeing his brown shoes) and yanked me away from that bee!
That bee had a one-track mind, and he stung my big toe anyway! It hurt like the dickens! Grandma Loreeta immediately put some ice in a bowl, and we soaked my toe in ice water. That made my toe feel a lot better!
When I was little, there wasn’t preschool in the town I lived in. I didn’t go to school until I was five years old, and then I went to Kindergarten.
We lived in a very small town. The town has a Lutheran church, where Grandpa Jim was the pastor, and the church has a school, which is where I went to school. Everybody knew everyone else in our town. I knew a lot of the teachers already, especially since they went to church with us and were friends of Grandpa and Grandma.
One day, I decided to bring my brand-new jump rope to school. It was raining that day, so we had recess in the gym. Recess included everyone, not just the kindergartners! I soon abandoned my jump rope, and some other kids started playing with it. The sixth grade teacher saw that these kids were misbehaving with MY jump rope, and so he took it away from them. I saw this, ran over to the sixth grade teacher, and grabbed my jump rope away from him! I told him it was MY JUMP ROPE, and my mommy told me not to lose it!
Grandma Loreeta loved telling me this story, about the time her little kindergartner stood up to the sixth-grade teacher!
16 Replies to “Mommy’s Piggy Tales: Preschool and Kindergarten”
Absolutely love this idea!
A great way to deal with bee or wasp stings: vinegar. Although my cat Wuppie seems to really hate it…
Sweet stories from your past.
Precious…you are a great story teller and your children will so enjoy this in the future…we have now all made it through week 2, looking forward to following the whole journey,Janette
I can't believe you weren't scared of the teacher! That is so funny!
Haha! I love how you rightfully reclaimed your jump rope! 🙂
I remember being stung on the foot many times because I ran around barefoot. My kids are more scared of that possibility, so they tend to keep their shoes on.I don't think you ever forget your first bee sting! Cute stories. Thanks for sharing!
That was pretty bold to snatch that jump rope back!
That mean old bumble bee, how grand to think of Grandpa trying to rescue though.Oh I had a jump rope too! I'm glad you got yours back:)
I tagged you over at my blog!
I love that idea. I think kids love to learn that their parents had childhoods. You were quite the spunky kindergartner. 😉
Youch, bee stings are the worse. Next time, try toothpaste.These days you would get expelled for sticking up for your jump rope. Everyone is so touchy anymore. Good for you though, following your moms' orders!
This is a great idea! I love telling our kids stories about us growing up! And way to go on telling that sixth grade teacher what's what!
These are wonderfully written reflections. Thanks for sharing some glimpses of your history with us!
I wasn't nearly as spunky as you as a kindergartener… I would have been afraid of the 6th graders and the teacher!