CHAPTER 1 Part 3

 

CHAPTER ONE part 3

As it was in that time, the 80's in the city were quite demanding on working parents. There were no private daycare centers and the ones that did exist, had a rather limited number of available spots. Many young parents at a time, leaned heavily on the support of their parent's, as in, stand in nannies for their children while they were at work.

 

My brother and  I, being their first grand kids, were truly loved by our grandparents. Plus, my aunts and uncle were all younger than my mom, still unmarried and all living with my grandparents. So to say that for them, all revolved around two of us, would be an understatement. 

At least in that aspect, my mother had full on support. She knew that there'll always be someone to pick us up and keep us safe if she's late from work,  to pitch in if she is tired, overwhelmed, or has an unplanned emergency and she can’t make it.

 

Even so, since my brother attended kinder garden before elementary school as well, my parents thought that placing me in the  preschool daycare, would be more beneficial than spending all my time at my grandmothers place, being surrounded by adults. In their mind, I would be better prepared for elementary school, learn to socialise more and overall toughen up for what’s to come.

 

Eventually they managed to get me placed in the local preschool center, after pulling some strings to do so.

But that ended being a disaster, after just a little bit over a month, of me attending it.

 

I had an inexplicable aversion to daycare center. It shouldn’t have come as a surprise to them, since I  rarely even played with any kids as it is, preferring solitary entertainment and my own company. I was pretty selective when it came to people and that appeared to be a constant throughout my life.  

The real term for that now days would be an introvert person.

The sanctuary of my grandmother’s house, my own little space of peace and feeling of safety and comfort it provided, was all I needed.

I was not a kid who liked mingling, talking or playing group games…I was self sufficient and a loner by nature.

Needless to say, when they started bringing me to preschool, I would  scream like a banshee, cry and beg my aunt, grandmother or whoever it was that happened to be on a duty of dropping me off at a time, not to leave me in there.  

But it wasn’t their call to make. They had to leave me in there. 

To be continued...