There are many special moments in life that we fondly nurture in our memory. Let me tell you that my first day at school was one such event. It was a remarkable day in my life.
After I grew to school-going age, my parents decided to send me to a playschool in the neighbourhood.
I was a bit nervous as well as curious. Father took me to school. The school building was small but beautiful. The principal was in her office. She asked my name and a few questions. He seemed satisfied with my answers. I was admitted to the pre-nursery class. Soon after, Father departed leaving me all alone in a strange world.
There were many children my age. Many of them were new to the school. Some of them were crying. I too felt like crying, but then thought what other children would think. I felt lonely in the midst of my classmates. But soon my fear and loneliness were overcome. A boy from my class became my friend. We talked a lot. After some time, a teacher entered the class. She was a beautiful young woman with a pleasing personality. She took us to the toys room.
There were many toys which I had not seen before. She allowed us to play with them. As we played, she taught us how to sing a rhyme and dance to it. It was all like fun.
At the end of the class, she told us a story about the thirsty crow. After school was over, I walked to the gate. There I found mother waiting outside. I ran and hugged her. I introduced her to my new friend.
I walked with her with the memories of a strange but exciting world where I would love to go daily.
