Some of it.
The school was big, old, brick, with a huge asphalt-paved courtyard on two sides, and a tall chainlink fence surrounding it. I know I was wearing a bright yellow dress and bright blue leggings (thank you, 1989). I held my Daddy’s hand and we walked through the courtyard to find my class. All the teachers were outside with their students in lines – shortest to tallest, I’m sure.
I don’t remember my thoughts upon seeing the classroom for the first time, or meeting Mrs. Jensen, but I can describe them to you in elaborate detail. Which is kind of funny, as I was only at that school for five months or so. I hardly remember my second Kindergarten class at all and I was there longer!