When I had to go to school for the first day of my life, I had weird feelings. I was nervous and excited. Scared and happy. I had a stomachache. I remember my parents walking me through many doors until we got to my classroom. In my first class there were about ten kids. They all looked nice and I could see that we were all nervous. Then the nice lady said hello to everyone and talked about how we had become big kids. We tried to learn names of new friends but gave up to play with the toys. I remember kids like me, happy everywhere. Playing with dinosaurs and cars. Coloring on paper and themselves.
What I remember from that day was that we were all happy and nice. All of us seemed to connect because we all knew we wanted our first memories to be nice. I barely remember times before that maybe because I knew that that was an important day for me, the start of the real life.
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