Personal History

Many places want my school history or something, so I'm going to figure it out here so I have something to reference when I'm asked.
Let me see. I was born on March 4, 1989. At one years old, I visited my 3yo cousin's school. I hung out with the 4 and 5 year olds most of the time. The teachers thought I was going to turn 3 in March since I was so big, but I was going to turn 2. I remember going to a preschool, but I would only be there for about half the time. My mom picked me up around the time everyone else took their naps.
I remember going to Kindergarten. I think it was Bryson? I'll have to ask my mother where exactly it was. I was pretty good at processing information and reasoning for my age. When I saw a kid make a paper bow and arrow, I was curious about it and made one myself. It didn't function like I thought it would, and I figured out myself that it was because the paper didn't keep the string tight. I don't know when it started, but I would sit in the first grade class for a while during craft time. Sometimes it was confusing because there was a kid named Chris in that class as well. I still had to help with cleaning up craft time when I went back down to the kindergarten room though. I thought it wasn't fair, but I didn't mind too much. I was raised that you do what you are told by those in authority even if you don't think it's fair. One thing I find strange about my kindergarten year was that I would crawl under the craft table and look up the girl's dresses. This was at 5 years old. I always liked the girls. Seems a little odd for me to have those feelings at so young of an age. There was this one red-headed girl that I had a crush on, I don't remember anything else about her. Haha, I there was this one girl with glasses and curly blond hair that I would play with sometimes. She pretended she could cast spells, and tried to turn me into a frog. So I kicked tried to kick the wand out of her hand. The teachers wanted to know why I kicked her, I told them it's cause I didn't want to get turned into a frog. I still got a time out.
Many of my memories of first and second grade run together, and I generally refer to them as a single unit of my life. These years were spent at a different school than where I went for Kindergarten. I remember running around the playground getting chased by a group of girls. When they caught me, they would "tie" me against the basketball goal with jump-ropes. Being that young, I realized they couldn't tie a proper knot to secure me, so after a little bit, I would wiggle free, and they would chase me some more. I loved it. There was a swing-set, which seemed huge to me at that age. When recess started, we would race to see who would get to get on the swings, and everyone who didn't make it first, waited in a line for a free swing. I remember climbing the poles on the sides a few times. I don't think there was a set limit on how long you could swing, but seeing how young we were, it was probably until you wanted to do something else, so you would jump off, and let the next person on. At one point me and a few of the girls decided I was going to get married during recess. So when I went home, I borrowed one of my sister's plastic rings and the next day I got pretend married to a girl. I don't remember who the girl was, and later on when I met someone who had gone to the school with me, they couldn't tell me who she was either. As far as the classes went, I remember a few things. I was always slow to get my work done, I seemed to always be the last one and could never figure out why. Sometimes a girl who seemed a good bit older than me would help me finish up coloring it or something. I always thought she was a class mate, but now that I think back on it I'm not sure. My parents decided to start something to help me finish my work, if I did all my work for the day, I would get a sticker for the day. If I could go a full week like that, they would buy me a toy for a dollar from the store. I still couldn't finish my work on time for more than a day or two, so I lied for a week to get the toy. I confessed it later, and payed them back for the toy. During one of my classes a girl named Felicia died in a fire, and I named my cat after her. I remember valentines day, handing out valentines to everyone. I didn't know the meaning of having someone be your valentine, and at that age, it was just a thing we did. What I looked forward to was the candy.
I'll leave the story there for now. I have work to get done. I'll start back on third grade later.