The day I turned five we drove a long way back to the state where I and my sister were born when we lived with gram and grampa. But this time we got our own red brick house cuz now we had Billy, and Mommy was growing another baby already. It must have seemed strange to leave my first school in late October. I can't remember either kindergarten. Progress reports from both teachers cheer me still: "plays well with others" ... "makes friends of the lasting type though not one to make a lot of friends quickly." Old photos taken in sunlight restore the simple happiness I knew outside-- seeing, being seen, posing with shy smile. Of course I never sucked my thumb outside. Was excited, running to greet cousins; curious, eager to climb the hill out back. Many hills, valleys, friends and years later my kindergarten heart shines with grateful praise to the Divine Parent, Creator, the One I sensed in wind, water and trees, Love Power who grew me as a daughter, sister, student, teacher, mom, now grama. I'm grateful this Great Love grew Aunt Nancy to be my son's kindergarten teacher. I treasure Duffy's five-year old wisdom: "Maybe God will pull the rain strings back up." And another day when asked "Where's God?" "God's up in the clouds singing with the birds."