I went here when I was 6. I am now 12 years old. All I can say is that I will be traumatized for the rest of my life. No joke. I have Selective Mutism, something that the teachers couldn't bother to look into. The only nice teacher, a lady named Mrs. Mary if I recall correctly, left to go to another school, and then I was left with the horrible teachers here, Mrs. Hol singer, and another 21 year old working there named Mrs. Hannah (or Sarah?) Either way, I got time outs for not talking. I had talk in a robotic voice because I was so afraid. My anxiety is still horrible, actually worse, today. Don't send your child here. They were cruel to me just like they were to the other kids, but it was harder on me because of this disorder where I could NOT (not by choice or defiance) communicate, but INSTEAD THEY FORCED ME to. This is known NOT to help children with Selective Mutism AT ALL, if anything it makes their situations worse. They separated me from my twin sister, one of the only people I was actually comfortable with and made me 'play' with the other children at this horrible place, it shouldn't even be called a day care. They also made me talk in some school play, which was mortifying, and forced me to talk about what I did the weekend before, and I was shaking. I remember one of these times very clearly. I couldn't get the words to come out, and the teacher (Ms. Holsinger I believe) brought me to the corner where I cried until I finally got the courage to say something. (Another reason I didn't is because my sister and I had done the same thing that weekend and she had told what she'd done first, so I wasn't sure what to say and was really self conscious.) There was a spider on my sister's shoe one time, and supposed teacher Mrs. Hannah said 'stop being a baby' to her, meanwhile she was freaking out with some darn bug crawling up her leg. (Luckily our parent showed up just about then.) And another time, my sister absolutely didn't want to go and stayed home one day (while I went) and the next day when she came back, this same Mrs. Hannah said, "What? Your daddy wasn't going to save you today?" What the heck?! I cry sometimes when I think back to this place. And if that teacher Mrs. Holsinger is reading this, congratulations, you forced me to talk. But I don't talk anymore. You couldn't fix me. You're nothing but ignorant. You didn't help my condition. All you did was cause me pain. I hate your school and I hate the horrible memories that I had when I needed to go there. I hate everything that you did to me and my sister. And I'll never forget it.