My School Years: Nursery

My first memory of nursery was before I'd even started, and two of the teachers came to my house and asked me if I wanted to go to nursery. I have no memory of speaking to them, as I'm sure it won't surprise you to know I was a very shy child. At this point I must have been like 3 or 4, and from that meeting all I remember is sitting on one of the teachers laps and being scared of the other.
There were three nursery teachers at that time. Mrs Bunce, who was lovely on all accounts, Mrs Pashley who scared me a little but still I'm fairly sure she was nice, and Mrs Fox, whose name I think I've spelt wrong, and I remember most for stealing our chips in later years. I think my teacher was Mrs Pashley, at least she was for one of two years, but I'm fairly sure there was a switch at some point, and if there was, I think my other teacher was Mrs Bunce. I don't remember ever being taught by Mrs Fox, she was just always there.
I'm fairly sure I was in the afternoon class, which lasted from like 11 to 3, but I don't think we ever had nap time which apparently other schools did. I know we had a huge room, or partition of the room, which had really high ceilings and had a really soft carpet and was filled with cushions and beanbags, but I don't ever remember going in there. We might have gone in for circle time or story time once or twice, but mainly it was just thus thing that everybody wanted to go in, but it must have just been for the morning class, which I really don't think was fair.
I could probably map out the nursery classroom from memory right now. The sand and water boxes, the map mats with the toy cars, the duplo bricks (I was always brilliant at duplo), the special role play area, the kitchen which always smelt like biscuits or buns, and every day a few children would be picked to bake, and I don't remember ever being picked. I'm sure I was but I don't remember. I don't think the teachers actually liked me, because I was so quiet I doubt they ever noticed me. The outside area was magnificent. Through all my years in that school, I always wanted to go back to that playground. Nursery was where I made my first friend, who remained my best friend until year 7, and I remember me and her sitting under trees and then racing to the race track and grabbing trikes and ride on cars. In our second year of Nursery, the school bought us a working traffic light which worked by switches on the back, so the teachers didn't like operating it all the time, although I think it was Mrs Fox who always used to work it for us. She was also the one who patched me up, too. I was a very clumsy child, just as I'm a very clumsy teen, and I must have fallen over so many times in that playground, and she must have given me hundreds of plasters over the years. I was terrible for it. If any of the teachers liked me, I think it was her.
I'm running out of time here, so I'm just going to say, I loved nursery. It was one of the best school years of my life, and I have my reasons for sharing that with you.