I've been thinking today about my first day at school.
It would have been about 1949 - and I guess I was about 6.
I was so excited, I felt like I was going to burst! I can still feel that pent up excitement today. I was going to have access to books, and even better, friends!
Throughout the day I was admonished several times to be quiet.
Finally, I was sent to the cloak room. All alone.
No books.
No friends.
Just to "learn my lesson."
No talking.
That cursed cloak room did not teach me my lesson.
I still get overwhelmingly happy and excited.
And then I talk.
Sorry, Mrs. Maring. But not.
I'm really not sorry.
I will not apologize for being a vessel full of joy, who needs to let it out, all over everybody.
:)
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