The time I escaped Day Care.

I used to go to this day care when I was 3. (Well, it was more this lady's house, she ran a day care out of it.) When the kids were bad she had this thing she called a "spanking spoon" which was a big plastic spoon she used to spank us when we were bad. (Which would be considered child abuse today, but it was the 80's then.) Well, I didn't like the spanking spoon, or the lady. So, being the little genius I was at that point in my life (I could read AND write at 3), I waited for nap time, wrote a note saying "I'm going home" and snuck out of the day care, and walked home. (Which was down the street, not like across town.) Anyways, my mom goes to pick me up from day care, her and the lady see the note, flip out, and find me sitting on my steps to my house.(I did say I was going home!) I got in trouble. But I didn't have to back to day care! The day care lady wouldn't take me back. I apparently scared the crap out of her.

The next few weeks I was enroled in kindergarden, and found what recess was. I liked it so much, I didn't go back to class, Yup, I cut class in kindergarden. (I did write a note and gave it to another kid to give to my teacher saying I wasn't coming back to class, but I guess I didn't have a choice BUT to come back to class.) In the next few months, I was skipped to the 1st grade (and had my recess taken away, for another reason (Health issues).) So began my entry into the life of a school kid. Which, wasn't so good.....