I was already enrolled in a local day nursery school the day or the day after we arrived in Spain. I wondered whether it would be nursery school or kindergarten, but I think it would probably be nursery school because I just turned 2 years old and kindergarten in Spain allow children from 3 years old to enter. According to my mother, my mother gone to the day nursery school to apply for admission, but was told "your childrens can get in now" and my sister and I were admitted inmediately. There is a rumor that my father made an inmediately decision because the nursery school teacher was beautiful.

In fact, my earliest memory is of this nursery, El Abeto (the fir tree). At El Abeto, I became friend with one of my best friend Antonio, who later went on the same elementary shool until the day I return to Japan, and run around the nursery with our friends. I remember there was a walkway around the building and we were running at full speed like dogs.

There were also swings in the park and perhaps influenced by watching the movie SUPERMAN, I wanted to fly and jumped off the swing. But I failed to land and suffered a needle-stitch injury to my head. I was taken to an ambulance, but my parents were not notified from nursery, and when my mother went to pick me from nursery, she was informed for the first time that her son had been injured and taken to the ambulance. What a carefree episode of this Latin country.

I still have a picture hanging in the hands of a beautiful daycare worker, and it is a treasure. By the way, El Abeto is no longer there an is now a nursing home. Is it because Spain, like Japan, has a declining birthrate and an aging population?