My childhood has experienced many happy and sad memories, with friends, with family or just my own memories. Memories are the most beautiful and memorable memories, the past to paint our future, for me the unforgettable memory is the first day of school.

I remember that day, when I was just a tiny 6-year-old boy, sitting on the back of the bicycle Thong Nhat and my sister drove to school on the first day of school. On the way, I kept clinging to both sides of her shirt, asking her all kinds of things about the opening day, which is "Are there many people in the opening ceremony?", "Do you have to bring books to the school?",.. My many innocent questions at that time made my sister very funny. I remember being very careful with the new clothes I wore on the first day of school, always looking down to brush the dust with my hands and then fixing the scarf to be neat, not daring to touch the clothes with dirty hands. She took me to school and then she went to her school, I was alone, I was so scared that I almost cried, but I thought it would be embarrassing to cry here, so I tried not to cry. I watched my friends go into the school and also followed, stood in my class and sat down, a few of my classmates started talking to me to help me be less surprised and worried. play together until now.

It's hard to tell all my feelings on the first day of school, hard to put into words or put into writing, but no matter how much time passes, I still write deeply and remember those memories.

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