The first time I was a kindergartener I had a hard time remembering all the words to every word in my vocabulary.
So I started by writing my own kindergarten essay.
I started with simple vocabulary words such as: “the sun,” “dog,” and “sunlight.”
Then I tried to come up with a few different definitions for the words, and I kept coming up with new ones.
I couldn’t help but feel the pressure to come in with something new.
After some time, I was able to come to terms with my lack of vocabulary, and started writing my essay.
It turned out that the only words that came out well were: “love,” “gifts,” and, well, “babies.”
I think my parents’ encouragement was helpful.
They had already seen how hard it was to write their children’s essays, and they knew that they would have to work a lot harder in the future to become good writers.
The next year I did my best to write my own essays, but I still had a few difficulties.
First, I couldn “make sense of” the grammar, which was a bit tricky because I don’t have a great vocabulary and I am not sure what words I should use.
Second, I had no idea how to properly translate words.
The best I could come up in a week was: “The sun shines brightly, the dogs bark, and puppies play with each other.”
So I started to think about how I could “make meaning out of” these words.
I started with the words that are important to me, such as love, gifts, and babies.
I wrote a short essay, and the next day I was delighted to see how much I could understand them.
But then I remembered that it wasn’t possible to learn all the vocabulary I was supposed to in kindergarten.
I could not understand what a baby is, and what a dog is.
I was afraid that I would have a hard life.
I also didn’t know what a book is.
Finally, I didn’t even know how to pronounce the word “dog.”
I was too young to understand the difference between “dog” and “dog play.”
Finally, I started trying to figure out how to write a kindergarten essay, but the only word that came up was “love.”
I kept trying to explain to my parents that I needed to practice to write better essays.
The only thing I could think of was: Why do you think I have to practice this stuff?
But no matter what I tried, my parents did not understand.
My essay was still not good enough.
So they were really angry with me.
I have now been a kindergarden for more than two years and my parents still haven’t understood me.
So the first thing I did was to try to convince them.
I said that I was just trying to learn some words and get better at them.
My parents did agree that I need to write more, but they were not convinced by my answers.
I asked my teachers about my difficulties and they said that they had not seen a child who struggled with the same things I did, and that they wanted to help.
So when they told me about my essays, I knew I had to try harder.
The first time they saw me with a hard written essay, I got a bit of help.
They showed me some books, some exercises, and even some time together with a psychologist.
It was very helpful to know that they were thinking about what they could do to help me.
As for my parents, I have never been more grateful for their support.
They made it possible for me to learn how to make sense of my essays and for me not to have to think too hard.
It’s been a really rewarding experience for me, and my life has been enriched by the experience.