Being 5 years old, going to kindergarten in the states. My parents were christian missionaries in Papua New Guinea until I was nearly 13 years old. I grew up in a remote jungle village, where the local nationals had never seen caucasians before, and for the most part were still living in crude stone age conditions, wearing grass skirts and loin cloths, for clothing. They hunted with bows and arrows, cut wood with stone axes, lived in huts, and walked everywhere barefoot.
My family went back to the states on "furlough" (a brief time away / break from the mission field) for the better part of a year. I was enrolled in a K5 kindergarten class at this time, and going to that kindergarten is my earliest memory.
I remember the school was owned by a church. My classroom was upstairs. I had an awesome fold out plastic gym mat (one side red, the other blue) that we used for nap time. One of my friends always smelled like cheesy puff breath, the playground was awesome. I had a crush on my teacher, Ms. War.
Transformers, The A-Team, G.I. Joe, and Batman were my favorite shows to watch on saturdays in our apartment, and my sister was obsessed with Mr. Rogers.