Childhood: Menomonee Falls Day Care

Thinking about the first memory I had, I wanted to write about a few other memories of being at day care in Menomonee Falls.  We lived in Germantown, not too far away from the church on Cleveland Avenue where I went to day care from age 2 to 5. 

In no particular order:

When I was 4 or 5 years old, I brought my first Barbie doll with me one day.  I couldn't find it when it was time to go home and I figure someone stole it.

I was really talkative when I was younger, and one day when I was 5, the teacher made me turn my chair around and face away from the table we were at because I was being too disruptive.

I had an earache, so they gave me a hot cotton ball in a plastic bag to put on my ear.  (I've tried this since and it didn't work, so I'm wondering if they did something else to it.)

When I was 4, I got my picture taken.  I can clearly see the setup of the rug-covered platform in my mind.  It was in the hallway upstairs.

We had playtime outside in front of the building.  One day in the summer when I was 5, I think, I brought my tinsel-filled baton to play with, and I was wearing a white patterned shorts jumper.  While we were playing, an ambulance pulled up to a house across the street.  This caused all kinds of commotion among us kids, and the teachers were telling us to not watch.  I sat down and watched anyway.  I think the man that lived in the house had a heart attack or stroke or something.

 

When I was 4 or 5, there was a snowstorm with thunder and lightning.  Freaky.  That Christmas, we also made ornaments out of colored aluminum ash trays.  Definitely different times.

There was a Halloween party and I dressed up like a Care Bear in one of the plastic costumes and masks popular at the time.  See me?