## Sunday, July 12, 2015

### What is your earliest memory? {July Blogging Challenge}

I find it hard to tell what my earliest memory is. I could perhaps tell some stories from when I was in preschool, but I suspect that those aren't actually my memories. I think they're just stories that I've heard so many times that I think I remember them.

I remember a few stories from when I was in early elementary school. I suspect these are real memories and not just stories I was told. I would've been about as big as I was in the picture below:

I remember a few things from my Kindergarten year. I believe my teacher's name was Mrs. Cooper, but that memory is probably reinforced by the fact my little sister had the same teacher several years (and two moves) later. Since we did lots of cutting and pasting in Kindergarten, the trash cans got full rather quickly. I remember Mrs. Cooper stepping into the trash cans to get everything packed down so that they weren't overflowing by the end of the day. I also remember her telling us that she didn't like leftovers. She didn't want leftover food for lunch the next day and she definitely didn't want leftover students to be staying in Kindergarten for another year. We all passed to first grade.

I also remember a particular math class when I was in first grade. We had mastered beginning addition and were learning about carrying. The teacher told us to "always carry the one." For instance, when adding seven and eight in the ones column, the answer was fifteen and the rules was write down the five and carry the one. Always carry the one. I guess I instinctively understood place value and the fact that we were carrying a certain number of tens. I asked what would happen if it wasn't a one, and the teacher responded that it would always be a one that we would carry. I puzzled about it for a second and then realized that we were only adding two numbers at a time. Therefore the highest sum we could have was eighteen and would still need to carry a one. When I've taught my children carrying (or regrouping as we now call it), I think back to that math lesson and realize how little math we were expected to understand. We went through the motions, but often didn't really understand.

Isn't it funny how random our early memories can be. I'm sure I learned quite a bit in Kindergarten (and First Grade), but only a few crazy moments stand out in my memory.