Childhood is really a wonderful
time. As for me, it is always a pleasure to retrospect, being transferred to
that marvellous time of life like childhood. In my opinion, everyone has its
own vivid recollection that he or she could call up and tell to one’s people.
One of those afteglows which I can
remember is about my first day at school. It was magnificent sunny day on the
1st of September 1993. My mom woke me up not as usually, at 7 o’clock a.m.,
with the words: “Mary, it is going to be your first day at school!” I clearly
remember that moment, however I can’t describe the sences that were ovefilling
me. Something was tickling in my stomach. This was truly new to me.
My mom and brother took me to
school. It’s a pity that my father had a business trip that week. After the
first bell had rung, we were invited to our classes. I kissed my parents good
bye; they promised to pick me up in an hour then. I made my first steps towards
that huge (as it seemed to me) school building. A shiver was running down my
spine that minute.
When we were seated, a techer kindly
asked us to take the exercise books out from our rucksacks. This was my mom who
had prepared all the things for me, but my attempts to found my exercise book
in my bag were, unfortunately, unsuccessful. I don’t know what happened to me
that time that I hadn’t noticed that bright red folder and several blank
writing-books in it, instead I always have my first teacher in mind who put my
first “2” for my inattention on the first day at school on the 1st of September.
From my point of view, it is a child
who lives in every person’s soul. Merely the toys we played in our childhood
changed to other, big ones and more serious. Eventually, everyone has its own
live treasured possessions. My ones are my childhood memories.