I remember my first day of school.

I was excited, but I was afraid.

I held my mother’s hand as we walked to the school.

When we got near the school, I wouldn’t let her hold my hand anymore.

I didn’t want to look like a baby.

We got to the school.

The school looked very big and frightening.

There were children outside on the playground.

They all looked very big.

I looked at them, and some of them looked at me.

I felt very small.

My mother and I went into the school and found the kindergarten room.

There were children in there.

Most of them were the same size as me.

My mother spoke to the kindergarten teacher.

The teacher was very nice.

She said my name, and she introduced me to some of the other children.

I already knew some of the children because they lived near me.

I began to play with some of the things that were in the classroom.

There were toy trucks, colouring books, and even a doll house.

I soon forgot to be scared, and I began to play with the other children.

I didn’t even notice that my mother had left the room.

In school we sang songs, played some games and listened as the teacher read us a story.

I had a lot of fun on my first day of school.

I even drew a picture of my teacher.

I took the picture home, and my mother put it on the refrigerator.

I like school.

It is a good place to meet new friends and learn all about the world.