My first experience in school involved a fabulous little van we called a bus which picked me up at on Myrtle Avenue each morning. Back in those days if you were going to kindergarten, it had to be a private one. I will never be sure how my parents afforded it since we were living in a one bedroom apartment with two kids and two parents. They found a way though and so I eagerly waited on the curb each morning for my ride off to the adventures for the day.
Inside this special place we even had a bridge under which we pretended the "Troll" lived A stool in a corner? Of course What a wonderful beginning for a career in schools.
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