36 Days and Year Five

Somewhere in this time I began pre-school. And the more I think about it, the more I remember.

I remember the fun of milkweed seed pods that grew on the school fence. I remember the cots and nap time.

I also remember riding my tricycle around the neighborhood. Or at least my street.

My parents had a red Mercedes-Benz sedan. I can remember riding around in the back seat of that car.