Just before I turned 5 I entered Kindergarten. By then, I was already reading 1st grade materials. My mom, a 1st grade teacher, taught me.
My mom told me that on my first day of Kintergarden I cried, saying I wasn't going to be her baby anymore. My mom had to leave for work, so my teacher sent for my big sister (in second grade) and she came and hugged me until I felt better. My mom said that this was out of character for me because I was always brave and adventurous.