June 2006

by June Lee

Everybody has a first. Your first might be,

let’s say reading or writing.

Well, my first is the first day of preschool.

It started all the way back the time

when I was three.

“No, no, no!!!”, I screamed.

I was standing in front of my preschool,

Barclay pulling my grandpa’s arm saying

 it all over again like

a broken tape recorder.

   “ June, you have to go.”, said

grandpa tolerantly.

   “ I’m afraid to go.”,

I sobbed with tears running down

my cheeks like teensy little tributary rivers

flowing down a great, huge,

 fat mountainside.

   Eventually he got me to go by wrestling me in.

As I went in my second teacher Ms. Tracy held me by the hand and led me into

my classroom.

In there, my very first classmates were

sitting in a circle passing a shiny and

new red ball around introducing themselves. When I wanted to join the game I insisted

grandpa to stay and sit on a red table

by the class door.

When I joined the game I was having

the time of my life. When I looked back

at the red table to check on my grandpa,

he wasn’t there! Where was he???

Was he gone???

Did he banish into thin air???

WHERE WAS HE???!!!

I sometime found him right behind of

kids’ rest room in the class. 

My grandpa tried to make me stand alone

in the class without him, but I couldn’t

accept easily.  

This had been kept gone on for few days

before I could feel free in the class

without my grandpa.

One other problem I couldn’t get easy over was at the time I came out of the room

after classes. Because I used to have

simply scared and started crying at

corridor whenever I couldn’t find my

grandpa at one glance. 

However, I someday suddenly realized that he can’t stay for the whole day.

I since then didn’t mind to stay during

school hours without my grandpa and

started having fun.

   I felt very merry and jolly that day.

The teachers were so wonderful and

this was also another chapter of my life just about to be written. I would always treasure this day; and I hope I’ll never forget it either. Also, a lesson I learned was always give

chances to preschools, even if they look

big, tall, and scary to you.