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.

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Heerlijk dat je nog foto's hebt van je klasgenootjes. Ik zou bijna willen dat ik mezelf herkende op een van de plaatjes
Joyful👌
Mooie herinneringen!
Mooi om die herinnering aan deze korte schoolperiode te lezen; vooral de leuke zandbak-ervaring.