My kindergarten year was spent at Langley Christian School with my best friend, Amanda. After school everyday, her mom would pick us up in her big, brown station wagon, and I’d spend the afternoon at her house, playing dress up until my mom would pick me up after work. Sometimes her mom would let us stay after school for a little while and play in the playground. I remember one particular piece of playground equipment which was vibrantly colored, rocket shaped, and went up sort of like a pyramid, which I liked to climb on. One bright day after school, Amanda and I were climbing on it when her mom came. I was showing her how high I could climb when I felt a weird sensation on my head, like the yolk of a broken egg. I thought maybe I was sweating, I was kind of bewildered about it, but I disregarded it and kept on playing. Shortly after, Amanda and her mom were smiling and motioning for me to come down. Once I made it to the bottom, I didn’t understand why they were telling me to follow them to the bathroom. Once we got into the bathroom, Amanda’s mom began to wet some paper towel and dab it on my head, I thought maybe I had a cut and that was what the weird feeling from earlier was. I was wrong. While Amanda’s mom was dabbing my head, she told me that a bird had pooped on my head while I was climbing the colorful rocket thing. At first, I was red as a tomato with embarrassment, but we all ended up laughing with anticipation, not able to wait until we could get home and tell everyone what had happened.
