Once Upon a Time

I had fully intended to write with the A to Z bloggers this month. Then work exploded (volume and duties, not actual flames) and I forgot all about it.  So I may not get to all of the letters, but the writing is begun and that feels like a good thing.

Art class the first day of first grade set the tone for the rest of the year, maybe for the rest of my schooling altogether.  I remember it partly from true memory, but mostly because at the end of the day our teacher had us write about the first day and I read that story over and over, returning to it each time I browsed the envelope of “treasures” my mother saved.  As I began this project, I looked for the story again, but it is likely buried in the office of my parents’ home and was not easily accessible.

From memory:

In art class I had to go to the bathroom so I asked Mrs. Rose and she said yes.  I went in and saw the biggest spider I have ever seen.  I ran out of there as fast as I could. I was so scared I forgot to flush.