So now that I have told you my absolute beginning and rambled on a while about nonsense, let me take you into my first memories of pre-school. I remember the look of the class room I spent much of my pre-school time, it was much like a class room you would expect to see in the movies with little boys and girls running around a few tired teachers. There were colorful objects all over the room some with intended educational purposes and some with unintended educational purposes. Most of these memories are vaguely lingering in my brain, but one event I remember vividly. Now this is not one of those things I like to brag about but it was valid part of my learning and it still sticks in my head like it was last week. So the story begins like any other day off to pre-school. We do our usual morning activities, but there was one thing different. A little boy, whose name eludes me, had a brand new toy horse that he was playing with. Now, there wasn't anything particularly special about this horse as it was solid brown mold, it didn't even have black huffs or a different colored eyes. The only thing that drew my attention to this little horse was the amount of excitement I saw in this little boy as he played with it. He bounced it up and down on tables and the floor, running around making horse sounds as best he could. The more fun he had the more I coveted his little toy. A little later in the morning he got sick of playing with the horse and he left it on a table. I saw this as my opportunity to get a hold of this amazing object, so i walked over and picked it up. I happened to have long sleeves on that day, so i slid the horse up my sleeve so i could walk away with it out of sight. Immediately, after this it was the designated story time. This is where the entire group sat on the carpet as one of the teachers read us a story. I don't remember the particulars of this story probably because I spent the entire time thinking about keeping my new treasure out of sight. I felt the position in my sleeve was too noticeable, so I subtly dropped it between my legs and sat on it. I was sitting pretzel legged so this was a simple task and I managed to perform it without being noticed. I spent the rest of the day with my attention on keeping this little horse out of sight so I could take it home with me and have the fun I say in the toy's owner. Even though i was acting quit strangely due to extreme focus, i managed to make it through the day and get the toy home with me.
My parents had a little Chevy S-10 truck that i remember riding home in, even though I was out of danger from the school I still kept the horse quietly to myself for the trip home. Once i got home i pulled the horse out of my sleeve and pranced it around the house. I when up and down over couches, stereo equipment, and around the carpet having fun like the little boy from pre-school. I thought I was free and clear, and I was, that is until bath time. My daddy decided we should take a bath together and get clean for bed. Dad was amazing at bewildering me with magic tricks in the shower, but I'll save that for another story. Anyway, I decided to bring my new toy into the tube with me. We got it all suds'd up and warm and I bounced my little horsy in and out of the water. Never seeing this toy before made my dad inquire about it, and because I hadn't had experience with thievery I wasn't very good at making up stories about where things came from. At the time I wasn't certain if he knew I stole it but after my bath Mom and Dad both sat me down to have a talk about the horse. Apparently, my mother knew the horse wasn't mine the minute i walked in the door as she saw me put it out of my sleeve, as she told me a few years ago when this story came. The end decision was to make me return the horse to it's rightful owner and apologize. I wasn't entirely thrilled to be doing this, but I sucked it up and the next day I walked up to the little boy and gave him back his horse with an apology. He simply accepted it and said, "Don't worry about it."