My first act of rebellion. I was three

I’m rather ashamed of my three-year-old behavior. Not just the fact that I very seldom took my thumb out my mouth or that I was attached by very strong magic to a yellow scarf with tassels that felt like silk between my ever-stroking fingers.

Not by the fact that I was known to scream rather er, passionately if I did not get my favourite food for dinner, not even by the fact that sometimes I stripped off all my clothes to scream so enthusiastically about said dinner, no it was my pre-school behavior that is causing me to feel this intense shame right now.

I like the fact that I am going to actually call it my first act of rebellion, sparked by Kerri Sackville’s blogging challenge which you can read about here, rather than its true name: my first act of being an absolute bitch in order to get what I wanted.

Let me take you back to my pre-school in Johannesburg, South Africa. A beautifully equipped pre-school with every facility that a child of the 70’s could want. There was climbing and sliding equipment, sand pits, bikes, a bank of painting easels. And that was just outside. But outside was were all the action took place. Outside was where you wanted to be. After ring time of course.

Ring time was inside the classroom where all the kids sat in a ring (duh) and sang songs or clapped their hands or did whatever three year old kids are want to do in a ring. The end of ring was the worst time for me. The end of ring was when they handed out morning tea.

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It’s no surprise that my first act of rebellion occurred on a Tuesday, a tomato day. You see if you didn’t eat your tomato you had to stay in at play time, you had to stay in until every last seed of that tomato was finished. I was not a tomato eater at age three and I am not a tomato eater now.

So this is how I handled Tomato Day. I would make sure I would sit next to Kathy at ring time. Katie was not mad about tomatoes but she seldom had people to play with her outside (this was due to the fact that she was a biter as I recall) . If I promised Katie that I would play with her she would eat my tomato. Simple.

So every Tuesday I rebelled against the school by refusing to eat their tomato and still getting out to play and then I rebelled against Katie and refused to play with her.

If Katie (whose name was not really Katie) is reading this now I am really very sorry I tricked you every Tuesday. I hear that you turned out to be a doctor so you clearly aren’t falling for the same tricks week after week – must have been the tomato.

This post is inspired by Kerri Sackville’s #myfirst blog challenge. Click here to learn more