SeaBreeze, I never knew anyone who went to kindergarten then either.
I didn't quite tell all of the story. The first day of 1st grade my aunt (my mom's sister) came by and picked us up because her son (my cousin) was starting his first day, too. We were born 3 months apart.
Here is our picture that day. He was a sweet kid.
As soon as we got in the car my cousin started to cry and was still crying and screaming up to the point we got put into separate rooms at school. It scared me but my parents prepared me well for school. His father was a bully and teased us kids about everything---about all the awful things that would happen in school. My cousin went on to have a terrible life and died 2 years ago at age 66. It was a long sad story. I still blame my uncle for a lot of that. He was a real jerk to put it kindly.
Sorry for getting off on a downer story.
Cute picture.