Comments by "p11" (@porky1118) on "Oh, Canada | Julie Ponesse" video.
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27:10 I and my mother had a similar experience, when I went to kindergarten for the first time.
I was 3, but I remember it very well.
She brought me there and I already started to play. I showed my mom some device I found. She wanted to go, so I just wanted to show her one more time. My mom knew that, but the kindergardener said, that she should go home now, else this would have gone on forever.
My mother went home and cried for some hours, I also cried a lot for some time.
I don't think, it was the right choice. I would have shown it to her once again, and I would be happy. I knew, she would leave eventually. I wasn't stupid.
I'm probably traumatized from this situation, why else would I still remember it?
I'd even say, sending me to kindergarten at all wasn't a good choice. I always played by myself, never with other children. Especially not with other boys. They were just too loud. I liked some of the girls, but I can't remember any interaction.
Often I just counted up to 100 until the time was up. I was proud for being able to do that, but when thinking about it now, it's kind of sad.
The only friends I got in kindergarten were from meets at home arranged by my mother.
Normally if you didn't like something when you were a child, when you get older you start to appreciate it in the hindsight and think, it was necessary. But that's definitely not the case for kindergarten.
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