My daughter was born on the exact right month to be exactly 2 1/2 years old on her first day of pre-school. You have to be 2 1/2 to start the “2’s” class and this she was exactly. By luck, because unlike more forward-thinking mothers who actually plan their child’s conception around the most advantageous time to start school, my daughter’s conception was a “happy accident.”
I can remember that night as clearly as I can remember that morning dropping her off a pre-school virgin on September 11, 2001. Some moments are etched into your brain permanently – no matter how hard you try to shake them away, the aluminum powder stays coated to the glass. Some of them good, some of the bad. Permanent etch-0-sketch.
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well said. 