Childish Thoughs

Have you ever tried to remember back as far as you can? To your earliest memory? These memories are usually random snippets, vague and sometimes seemingly unrelated. But as you look back, there comes a point where you remember things well. You remember the emotion, the event, the importance of things and these things are all very clear to you. As search my memories, it seems that between 5 and 6 years old is when this clarity was achieved. I remember Jaxon Higgs kicking me outside in kindergarten and I dropped all of the feathers I had been collecting and they blew away in the wind. I remember my dress blowing up in the wind while I was waiting to go into the classroom and Jacob Briggs saw my underwear! I was mad rather than embarrassed. (Darn all that wind in Idaho! That, along with the boys, seemed to cause me a fair amount of frustration at 5.)
What has brought this sudden awareness of these memories has been due to Lydia. Lydia is 5 and it seems that things keep coming up in her life that remind me of my own time when I anxiously awaited teeth to fall out and concentrated so hard on tying my shoes.
For example: Lydia has sight words she learns in Kindergarten One of her new sight words is 'of'. When I saw that word on her little slip of paper, I went right back to Mrs. Kurshal's room, standing beside her desk. She had a long skinny sheet of paper with several words on it we needed to read to her. One of those words was 'of' and I read it as 'off'. That word was SO hard! I was so frustrated that I got it wrong! That's all it took though- for my teacher to tell me I was wrong. From then on, I never struggled with reading 'of'.
Silly story I know, but that is just one of several in the last week or so that has been pulled out of the deep recesses of my mind, due to the sweet goings on of my little girl.
I guess I now understand why people always say, "I remember when I was your age . . . "