...I came to visit my kindergarten class. I had moved away a few months prior, and I came back to say hello, which usually wouldn't happen, so it is sort of a strange event now that I think about it. I was escorted by my mother into the somewhat familiar walls of my old school, Eliza Libby-with the mascot of a sneaker. I stepped into the doorway of that classroom that had always seemed so big to me-the cubbies, the desks, the bookshelf, still all where they were before. I hadn't taken two steps when I was bombarded with my old classmates. The strange thing was, I couldn't remember who they were. I had no recollection of ever being with these strangers. It was uncomfortable. That is the only thing I remember. I can't remember why I was there at all, or what we did after things settled down. I just remember the feeling of unease.
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