Yesterday I went to visit my kindergarten teacher. I was in her first class at Julia Green and she still teaches there. It was a little strange to be in my old elementary school. It's been re-done: the library is in a new place; there are windows and new tables in the cafeteria, and there's a whole new wing. I chatted with her while her students were at lunch. I went with her to pick them up. She introduced me to them and they all waved and said hi. It was adorable.
Driving away from there I thought about myself as a kindergartener. If I could talk to kindergarten-me, what would I tell her? One thing came to my mind immediately: Your parents will be okay; they won't get divorced.
My parents went through a very rough period when I was in 3rd grade. They did an in-house separation for about 9 months. I have a distinct memory of walking through church and wondering who I would live with if my parents got divorced.
I find it strange that this was the only thing I thought to tell kindergarten-me, especially since none of this would take place for a number of years.
Interesting.
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