Thought this could be cool since H just graduated from kindergarten!

I went to a private school in kindergarten.  I remember my first day of school, I had to leave my mom and get on a bus, and I didn’t like it, not one little bit.  The school was for grades k-12, and I was the youngest person on my bus.  I am actually pretty sure there were a number of high schoolers.  Well, I cried and cried, not wanting to leave my mom, and one of the older girls gave me her barrette.  She told me that it was special, and I could give it back to her later.  I remember her helping me put it in my hair, and telling me I looked pretty.

The next day, one of the other girls brought me an apple, or maybe a cookie, but it was a little snack, and after that the older kids on the bus would bring me a little something just to make me smile.  It probably took me a week or so before I was able to leave my mom without crying, but those older kids certainly made it easier for me.