I entered a public kindergarten classroom fearing the unknown. I stood back trying to take it all in. My teacher approached me and welcomed me to school. She whispered that she heard I could already read. I wasn't sure if I should smile and admit it or lie and deny it. I decided that honesty was the best policy, so I smiled and said, "Yes maam." I did have my southern roots and values to uphold.
I loved being in kindergarten. I loved learning new things and going home to share it with my siblings who were not in school yet. I would come home and read books to them. I didn't realize it until now, but I was a pretty good influence on their road to literacy.
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