I was born in 1960 to teen parents who had little family support.  My mother and father married but only remained married until 1961.  My father had entered the military and decided he didn’t want the responsibility of a wife and child at age 18.  So in 1961, my mother became a single parent at age 19, she wasn’t formally educated beyond high school.  She held a series of minimum wage jobs until 1965 when she went to work at a plastics factory in central Vermont where she met and eventually married my step-father in 1965.  Due to numerous life changes and family moves, I missed kindergarten enrollment.  Somewhat more stabilized by late spring 1966, my mother learned of a new program that we qualified for called Head Start and she enrolled me for the summer of 1966 in preparation for entering first grade that same year.  I skipped kindergarten altogether because of the timing of elementary school enrollment.

In recalling my Head Start experience, it provided me with a consistent routine and a basic understanding of school expectations.  I fondly remember sitting in a circle on the floor while the teacher read books to my class and this was the first time I remember having been read to as a child.  Since my family was relatively poor, a hot breakfast of oatmeal was provided every morning at Head Start and to this day, I enjoy a bowl of good old fashion oatmeal!  My involvement with Head Start laid a foundation for my value of education and recognition that opportunities for a good life are more prevalent for those who are educated, whether formally or informally. I finished graduate school over twenty years ago, and I’m not altogether sure if I would have pursued a higher education if it hadn’t been for the early “head start” program.