I love this thread!!!!! I can start with a few...
I remember on my first day of playschool, I was sooooo terrified to go by myself. So my older brother was allowed to take a day off of Grade 1 to come to playschool with me
I also remember one day at the beginning of playschool, and we built a big wall out of soup cans. Our teacher saw my mom coming to pick me up through the front window, and the teacher and all the kids whispered to me to hide behind the wall so my mom couldn't find me lol! I was so shy back then, and I would never speak out loud, I would just whisper to my best friend so he could talk for me. His name was Neil and his grandparents lived across the street from me.
I also remember in Kindergarten, we lived in a house that we could see the school from. One day my mom came to pick me up and I made her go home because I was a big girl and could walk home by myself. I'm sure she watched me the whole way! There was a big gully beside the school and one day on my walk home, a picture I made at school flew out of my hands or backpack and went way down the hill. I ran home as fast as I could, crying. My mom was on the phone with a friend and I was trying to tell her we had to go find my picture! She came out with me and we searched until we found it!
I also remember my husky, Brandon. In the winter, we had this sled we would hook him up to, and my brother and I would sit inside and my dad would stand on the back and Brandon would take us for sled rides!
I also remember in the winter, my parents getting together with all the other parents around the town and we'd go out to this big hill with sleds and snowmobiles. There'd be a big bonfire and hot dogs and hot chocolate, and us kids would sled down the big hill all day, and at the bottom our parents would hook the sled to the snowmobile and pull us back up the hill!
Those were all when I lived up north when I was really little. My dad worked for the power corporation and we were friends with the pilots, police, other power and energy families, and things like that. Every day our front window was covered in eggs... we were hated because we were "white". I don't remember anything negative like that, other than the constant eggs on the house. I found out later the reason we moved was because my dad caught my brother's classmates (in grade 2!) in our backyard in the middle of the night, sniffing the gas from our snowmobiles. My brother was getting to the age where his friends would be influencing him soon, and it just wasn't the place our parents wanted to raise us any longer.
We moved when I was 6 so all these memories were before that!