I met my best friend in preschool. My teacher, Mrs. Olp, was so much fun, she would play the guitar and we would sing. I had the morning class and we had four different sections at four different tables. Every day you had a different station. One day you would go to station one and the next day you would go to station two and each station was a play station where you would learn different things. At each table, you would have a helper and they would talk to you and help you with the different colors and the alphabet.
One day a new girl came and her name was Molly. At first, I just ignored her, she was a new person and I didn’t want to talk to anyone. I usually didn’t talk to anyone, I just mainly played with the toys. One day we were both at the dress up station. Our favorite thing to do was to play house or Christmas. I don’t know why.
One morning I was dressing up as a reindeer because we wanted to play Santa coming down the chimney and Molly was dressing up as Santa. She came over to me and said, “You are my reindeer!” and I said, “I am your reindeer?” and she says, “Yeah, I am Santa and you are my reindeer and we are going to go down the chimney.” We had this little fake chimney we had set up with little fake blocks that we had stolen from another station.
It was supposed to be the night before Christmas and everyone was pretending to be asleep because Santa was coming soon and we needed to be asleep. Molly got this rope and tied it around my waist and said, “Now you are my reindeer, Go Go Go.”
After that we would play together at all the different stations until one day she was moved to the afternoon class. I had no one to be friends with and I kept wondering, “Where did Molly go?” Molly kept talking to her parents and telling them that she wanted to go back to the morning class because that is where her friends were. “That is where Maria is, she is one of my best friends,” she would say. So, they moved her back to the morning class and we were together again in preschool and we have been best friends ever since.
Debra Wuliger, figurative artist working with color, texture and pattern to celebrate life.
Image silhouetted with story. Ready for hanging.