Well, not for me. I remember many of my earliest days at school, and many are not good. To this day, I do not wish to visit my old schools or even go near them. You would think I was traumatized, but, in actuality, I doubt it was all that bad. Nevertheless, there were some bad experiences.
One of those humiliating experiences was in the 5th grade glee club. "Glee" is, I suppose, the hopeful way in which they referred to the experience. At that age, there were sopranos and altos, with a fair number of boys beginning with girls as sopranos. All well and good. However, by midway through the year, with voices changing, I was only one of two boys left in the sopranos -- me and a guy named Brad. Brad was the meanest, coolest, toughest kid in school -- and he was God's grace to me. Nobody made fun of me for being a soprano (which was a great fear of mine) -- not as long as Brad was a soprano. Actually, nobody messed with me at all, figuring that I was friends with Brad. You know, the guy never even said more than two words to me that whole year. I think he said "shut up" once. That's it. Grace comes in some odd looking packages sometimes.
And then there was the day I got glasses and had to wear them to school. Now, some kids wanted to wear glasses. I haven't the slightest idea why. I guess they thought they were cool or something. Not me. They used to line us up in the hall to take the eye test. I would excuse myself to go to the restroom in advance of this, walking by the eye sign (very closely) and attempting to memorize the bottom line so I could pass the test. Ultimately, however, I flunked. I still would not wear my glasses. Finally, when it became obvious that my grades were suffering because I could not see the blackboard, it happened. My third-grade teacher, Miss Morris (who was at least a hundred years old), stopped class and told me to "Put your glasses on, son!" I shrank about 3 feet that day. But I did do better in class.
For these and many other reasons, I never want to go to school again. I'll bet Miss Morris is still at it, humiliating young boys. And Brad? He flunked out and went into politics. Or did I just imagine that?