This reminds me of a story I heard about how a child was scared to go to school because her teacher kept on talking about what they would do "in the meantime". It turns out she was afraid there was a "mean time" coming up.
(Heard on "A way with words")
I had something similar happen when I went to kindergarden. (Yes, I know that's not how it's spelled. Bear with me.)
It wasn't scary, just disappointing. I had figured out that "kinder" meant "kids", and I thought they would have a garden for us kids to play in.
When I got there, it was just a classroom. There wasn't a garden in sight!
But I made up for the disappointment by royally pranking my class. I had been playing around with electrical components, and I had a big fat electrolytic capacitor. Low voltage, but plenty of capacity. It may have been one farad.
I charged it up at home to around three volts, and brought the capacitor and a screwdriver to Show and Tell.
I explained what a capacitor was and how electricity could kill you, and then I "accidentally" grabbed the two terminals, one in each hand. I twitched and convulsed like I was getting electrocuted!
Somehow I managed to let go of the terminals! Then I took the screwdriver and shorted the terminals, with a spark and a loud bang.
I told the other kids, "That was a close call! But it's safe now. I discharged it. Who wants to try it next?"
I feel sad that your kindergarten didn't have a garden. Almost kindergartens in my country have one, or at least a playground, and the kids usually spend half their day if not more out there.
I spent long time confused in elementary school because every day they would mention this missile, and I thought the principal kept a missile in his office for some reason. Eventually I realized they were referring to "dismissal" at the end of the day.
