OK  I went to kindergaten three times.  Guess, I was born special from the start.   Logically the whole thing could be reasoned away but my sister never let me forget. On my first day to Ms Virginia’s Kindergarten I was made to wear a pink dress with scratchy crinoline petticoats. How was I supposed to flip over bars and win races with that on? “No flipping,” my mother whispered. “It will show your underwear.”
When my mother came to pick me up I smiled at her and turned a flip on the parallel bar. “You’ve messed up your dress,” she scolded. That is how the first kindergarten experience went. I defied her, and she punished me. I learned to color and play. So I thought.
During graduation from Ms Virginia’s Kindergarten I skipped across the stage wearing the same dress I wore the first day. I smiled at the thought of summer play. However, life had other plans. My sister and I were sent to live with my grandparents for the summer. “Kindergarten started last week, dear, and we have set it up for you to go with your cousin. Here in farm country we go to school in the summer so everyone can work in the fall,” Nonnie said. So I walked to kindergarten with my cousin every day that summer. “You’re skinnier than Olive Oil,” he teased. Now I learned to color and play and I was ready for school. So I thought. At the age of five my sister and I were put a train and sent from North Dakota back home to Alabama with new haircuts.
“Where is your hair?” screamed my mother when she saw us. “You look awful.” I held back the tears because I was ready for big school. The first day of school arrived my grandmother took me to register. I wore my sister’s old pink dress with crinoline slips. When we arrived we were sent to the cafeteria. We looked on the first grade list for my name. It wasn’t there. I felt sick to my stomach. My grandmother was yelling another lady. I was sent to a classroom with a teacher. I was too afraid to ask to go to the bathroom so I peed on my desk chair.
The next day I was dressed in the same pink dress and was taken back to Ms. Virginia’s Kindergarten. “Your birthday is three days to late.” Explained my mother. “They won’t let you go to first grade until next year.” I made a promise to myself that day of which I have kept. If I grow up to have girls I won’t make them were scratchy dresses.

Now I find I can do anything.

Three times getting fired (canned) taught me a lesson.  Yes, I'm a slow learner.  You don't burn your bridges.  That person may be your boss someday.  and Looks can end a career.  When we had a RIF That was the excuse my boss gave me for letting me go.  You looked at our customer in a harsh manner.  Always knew people could read my eyes, but really.