Back to school time (1): Lage Zwaluwe
Kindergarten
Like every kid, I was allowed to go to kindergarten when I was 4. That school was all the way on the other side of the Kil. The spring walls along the waterfront are still in my nose. Obviously, my mother - and sometimes my father - brought me to and from school and brought me.
Lage Zwaluwe was a small village on the edge of the Biesbosch. And near the harbour - near the canal boat too - was the kindergarten. It may not have been like this every day, but I remember a sunny day playing in the sandbox.
And what I'm happy to remember is the pancakes on the last day of kindergarten. I myself have dipped it in my role as Swiebertje. It was a fitting conclusion of two fun years.