After I turned four, Mom enrolled me in New York City‘s Pre-K program while we lived in Manhattan, I believe in the same building as the local elementary. I can see the classroom and vaguely remember attending, but didn’t keep any friends as we moved to Brooklyn as I started kindergarten.
One day the school attended the school play presented by the older grades, and parents (at least Pre-K) were invited. At one point I found the play particularly scary, visually and aurally (I remember the song was something like Ah Ah Ah Ah, I am The Devil) and wanted to block everything out. I realized that with only two hands I could cover either my ears or my eyes but not both – scrunching my eyes hard did not come to mind – so I found Mom sitting with the other mothers and asked for her help: she covered my ears, I covered my eyes. She obliged, fortunately, I was safe.