I was playing and running with the other kids inside the small building. The nursery school was very small but full of colors. I knew the most special person in the world was coming for me. My mom. After we were all running, I was watching a little girl.
Today I am aware I like her. I have always love blondes. It is in my nature. After we stop playing. They ask us to go for our blankets and they put all the kids to sleep on the floor. We were all around three years old. I must be three. My four years I remember it more clearly.
We all went to the floor and try to sleep. The teacher sang to the kids and most of them rapidly went to sleep. This was my second nursery. I remember vaguely the first one, but I remember mom getting very mad with me after the first one. I have confusion between the time of first and second nursery. I am aware this is where I stop trusting my mom. Because I was going to get skull even when it was not my fault.
I pretend to be sleep and being afraid to be skull. I fall sleep. My first clear memory is being afraid of not falling sleep and to fall sleep with my blanket on the nursery. Fuck my fucking life.
