We all have different kinds of memories. Many are of happiness and joy, some are of sorrow. Some memories we lose, but some are so bright that they are never lost. The memory of my first day at school is still bright in my heart. I was 6 years old then. When my father told me that I would start going to school, I was very excited and nervous. What a place for school, how others would treat me on my first day at school, I wondered. The next morning my mother woke me up in the morning. Wearing new clothes, I started going to school holding my father’s hand. Dad first took me to the school’s headmaster’s room. He smiled and asked my name. Then he called the class teacher and sent me to my class. I was surprised to see children my age filling the room. They embraced me with love, everyone became my friend in a few days. They were my classmates, playmates too. I played a lot on the school field. I still think I can recognize every grain of sand in that field. I will never forget the memory of my first day at school.
