From 4 to 6 years old, I must have spend a considerable amount of time in Kindergarten or preschool, although it doesn’t seem that much now. After my parents put me in a sort of anti-authoritarian creche in a squat, and one run by nuns I went to ordinary school. A few memories there. I remember that during recreation, the doors to a cellar were opened and we could pick ourselves a tyre to play with. Of course there were a couple of very good (i.e. fast) tyres and we would run to get these ones. I remember eating grass as well (better than smoking it) and although the taste did not impress me much, it must have made some impression on me given the fact that I still remember it.

One thing I remember quite well. It was almost Easter and we were going to paint some eggs, but instead (or after) painting the eggs I decided to paint my face as well. Black. The teacher was not amused and I had to stay in during recreation to wash my face. I can still see myself in front of the big granite sink (of course I was a lot smaller then) having to wash my face while all the other kids were playing outside. How unfair. I also remember walking home once with other kids in the rain (probably with an adult as well) when I decided to put my head under a large stream of water coming from a roof. Boy, was I wet. Don’t think my parents were mad though.