The little lady upstairs

I am sitting upstairs at my mother's school, Knoxville Montessori School, once again writing to you. I used to attend here when I was just a tike and it makes me giggle...yes, "giggle" realizing that now here I am, years later, assisting my mother with minions like myself (at one time). I hope I have grown up since then, I sure am taller, the metal slide I burned my butt on year after year is not quite as tall as it used to be and my feet drag when sitting in the swings or hanging on the high bar. I am convinced the yard equipment has all shrunk and I have kept the same 4ft 11.5in tall stature I had till I was in 9th grade. I still remember playing house in the old barn structure in the middle of the playground under the old oak tree we used to sit under while in trouble. That structure is long gone and that tree is a mere stump replaced with the building addition for the Elementary. Chalkboards for the wee ones attached to the side of the building have replaced the crumbling blacktop I was stung by my first bee on and earned my first scars near. I used to bury nuts for the squirrels to find and sing the Capitan America songs while running around as a chicken minus his head. My less than perfect but always beautiful art of my once conventional family hung in the office engulfing the walls and air conditioning unit. This place brings back many special memories that will always bond my mother and I including multiple time-outs and bottom beatings--maybe those aren't the best of memories but I am sure if you give me time I could think of a few better ones! I love you mom! Haha! At the end of the day, it is wonderful to be back in Knoxville, seeing past teachers, and most importantly, seeing my mother every day.