My first thought
The other night a colleague asked a great question.
What was your first thought?
Our table went quiet. It is hard to distinguish between thoughts and memories.
Certain memories surfaced first. I didn’t want to share them. I took another minute.
This may not be my first thought. However, it is a time very early in my life that I remember myself deeply trying to understand the world around me.
My mom and I stood in line at the grocery store. I was four or five. A woman queues up behind us and starts talking.
Woman: Hi. I have a daughter about her age. Where does she go to preschool?
Mom: The one just down the street here.
Woman: I see. Well, you know, the only good preschool in this town is Such and Such Academy.
Mom: I have heard. It is pretty expensive.
Woman: Most good things are.
The conversation probably ended with some pleasantries. Full disclosure: I don’t remember this exchange verbatim.
I just remember leaving the grocery store perplexed.
Jme: Why is that school so good?
Mom: Sometimes we think money makes things better. It’s not always true.