From the time my family moved to the Tony Suburb of White People and Labrador Retrievers until the time that my mother had my brother and stayed home full-time, my sister and I went to Glenview Day Care Center. We loved Glenview Daycare Center. Their blocks were way better than the ones we had at home. It was more fun to watch "Charles in Charge" with your friends at daycare than it was just with your sister and some string cheese at home. I do remember sometimes the snacks at Glenview were mediocre, like pishaw to your 2 graham crackers and Dixie cup of apple juice, I just spent all day learning how to write in cursive and how to play four square and how to carry the 1 and you expect me to eat this birdseed? But these things were easily forgiven in light of the rad field trips, and easily forgotten after an intense game of SPUD. We loved the classroom directors who went by Miss Cindy and Miss Carol, even though they were married and not to mention grandmothers seven times over. We loved our friends at Glenview, and this may very well have been my parents' strategic attempt to ensure some facetime with the pubbies, being that they sent us to Catholic school for 12 years and knew we needed a healthy dose of "diversity" so that we could learn how to properly wear jams and realize that the world was much bigger than just white kids who went to Catholic school. There were also white kids who went to Presbyterian Sunday School.
Our grandfather, Rollie, would always wax poetic about his granddaughters' love for Glenview. Only my grandfather, who was quick-witted, but sometimes forgetful of details, would always refer to how much we loved our time at GlenBAY. Glenbay, you may be interested to know, is a drug and alcohol rehabilitative center, serving the greater Cleveland area.
"Oh yeah, they LOVE Glenbay," Rollie would say to his neighbors at the condo complex, "Absolutely love it. They're both really doing well there, you know, they really keep 'em in line. How old are my granddaughters? Oh, why, I guess they're five and seven. How long do I expect 'em to stay? Why, can't say I know. I guess 'til their mother pulls them out of there."