First Grade

by Tara Ziegmont

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The third assignment for Mommy’s Piggy Tales was to write about kindergarten or first grade. I have dozens of pre-school stories to share, but I don’t really remember kindergarten or first grade. As much as I’ve tried, I have no stories, only snippets, moments.

And almost all of them are tragic or painful.

My puppy, Spot, went missing in the fall. We found his body under the snow at the end of our road in the spring. I remember what car we rode in, who was with us, and how painful it was to see his lifeless body confirming that he was gone forever. Even now, tears stream down my cheeks to think about it.

My aunt and uncle divorced, and my aunt and only close cousin moved far away. I didn’t see him again for twenty years.

In first grade, I colored the bow on my Christmas wreath blue (because it was my little sister’s favorite color, and I knew she’d like the wreath that way). My first grade teacher humiliated me in front of the class, and she pronounced that I’d colored it wrong.

My dad went away. He moved 315 miles away from us, to go to work at a better job. We only saw him one weekend a month for years.

I heard a lot more than I should have.

I’m sure there were good times. I’m sure there were happy days, adventures in the fields, and long afternoons with Grandma and Grandpa. I’m sure there was laughter and fun.

I just don’t remember it.

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1 Kristy@ThatGoodPart October 23, 2010 at 5:14 pm

You aren’t alone! Our family went through some tough times as well and there are chunks of my childhood that don’t have a lot of good memories. I remember my seat-mate on the bus in middle school pointed out to me once that every morning I got on the bus and said “I don’t want to go to school” and every afternoon I said “I don’t want to go home.” I’m sure there must have been some happy times, but they don’t come to mind very readily. I’m thankful God gets us through those times and then gives us happier ones to remember! :)

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2 Janna -Mom's Record Your Youth October 26, 2010 at 10:39 pm

Wow Tara. I know it takes courage for you to share these things and yet you put out such a good challenge to those of us who are parenting right now or teaching. We need to remember how our actions impact our children and not leave a legacy of hurt.

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