When I was four, my parents put me in 4-year-old Kindergarten, half-day, with Mrs. B. I think Mrs. B went by that because she figured four-year-olds couldn’t pronounce her long, presumably Polish last name. Judging by my school picture that year, I didn’t like 4-year-old Kindergarten much. But I don’t know if that’s really the case. Maybe my dress itched or I was having a bad day.
Even though I went every morning for an entire school year, I only really have one memory from 4-year-old Kindergarten. I loved the paste we used for art projects. It was delicious.
Elmer's, in a white tub with an orange, screw-on lid that had an applicator stick attached to the underside. The paste was thick and white and had a bit of a nutty flavor. I looked forward to art projects so I could nibble on the yummy goop. The teacher’s assistant, however, did not share my joy of this exquisite delicacy. She reprimanded me – and I think I even had the paste taken away from me. Now there’s a reason to pout.
Eventually, I stopped eating paste. We stopped using it on art projects. We used rubber cement – stinky and awful, snotty texture, like okra – and glue – too bitter. Now, I use double-sided Scotch tape when I stick pieces of paper together, and that doesn’t even look appetizing. Maybe someday, I’ll have a 4-year-old of my own (or borrow Alfred’s), and we can share some paste together.
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