The things I remember most about kindergarten are finger painting, snacks, playing in huge concrete drainage pipes which were set up as playground equipment, and naps on cots. Kindergarten today is more like what first grade was for me. Two distinct memories from first grade:
1) Going back to school after being sick for several days and throwing up on the floor right behind the kid sitting next to me (I can still see the green granular stuff the janitor poured on my spewage to soak it up).
2) Getting the zipper of my coat caught on my shirt at recess, then going to my teacher (who could not get it undone), then having to walk through the school cafeteria to see the principal (who also failed), then waiting on my mom to drive to the school and yank on it until it ripped free, and then proudly showing off my ripped shirt once I was back in class (I could never figure out why they decided to call my mom in to address the situation -maybe they thought it would be preferable to point to her for any resulting property or emotional damage.)
Funny what sticks in the recesses (pun intended) of the mind.
Eric