I still remember my preschool teachers quite well.
Clearly she should have been drawn with an eye-drive...
I can kinda remember one of mine in two events.In the first most clear memory she was yelling at me for shouting something, it was one of those "I'm having a bad day and I can't be bothered dealing with your nonsense right now" kinda yells and scared me a lot o.o So I guess that's why I remember it. She was wearing a blue shirt and had a mid-length black ponytail. Also her name was Sheree. (That might be spelt wrong)The second memory we were all on an excursion and I was walking behind her on a bridge. Much less clear though.
I forgot to mention, I'm 20 now.
I used to work in the 2-3 year old room at a church day care. I used to get so happy when I'd see one of my kids in a store and they'd run up to me and hug me. Those kids are 14 to 17 now and I come across them occasionally in the store, they look the same except all grown up now and I get all nostalgic for that time when they were little and would run up to me. They have no idea who I am now. It is pretty sad, but maybe they'll remember some vague memories of me. Maybe the kids I used to babysit will remember the awesome babysitter who always brought a bag of toys/books and other activities when she came over. And if not, I'll still remember them. How I had a whole class of kids trying to flush the tiny toddler size toilets with their foots, because they saw me use my foot to push the handle down a few times. Singing "Don't Speak" by No Doubt to one of the little girls I was babysitting till she fell asleep, and many other good memories. I miss working with kids. Little kids are awesome and really entertaining, also EXHAUSTING. ;)