Now I'm 15, but I still never forget the first day I was in kindergarten. I used to be very naughty so my mom had decided to send me to the most reliable kindergarten in my hometown. I was very excited because I could befriend with everyone and share my toys to play with them. That was a rainy day, and I wondered why I had a strange feeling when I saw the teacher stare at me, take my hand and my mother said goodbye to me. I thought this place could be heaven, though the atmosphere was not as funny as I expected.

As a child, I didn't know exactly what the meaning of "cruel" means, but maybe the teacher in my kindergarten had shown me the way to understand it. She hit me at my back because I was crying so much time that no one could make me stop doing it. I missed my mother and I wanted to go home. At that time, I thought that I couldn't escape and in my mind, this was just like a prison. I had no choice. I still had to stay there until the evening.

I felt so scared and thing became serious. That afternoon, I got wet in my pants! My teacher shouted at me and hit me at my back again. I run away out of the class. It was still raining.

The day after, I got sick. My mother knew the story and immediately she shouted at my teacher again. Moreover, I was forced to move to another better kindergarten. I was still very shocked that I was crying along the way to the new kindergarten. However, my new teacher's attitude was very kind and lovely that she gave me a candy. I got used to living here very fast. I have made a lot of friends and I always invited them to my house.

That's my most unforgettable memory in my school life. Staring at those photographs in the past, I remember the first day in my kindergarten and think about the moment that I will never forget in my life.

“My first day at school, my mother took me to school, and I walked and cried. Mom soothes love, ... ”Those were my first feelings when I was about to enter first grade. When I hum this song, my heart remembers the beautiful memories of my first day of school.
     Remembering back then, when I was little, my mother and I stepped into a vast school. When I first walked into the school, I held my mother's hand tightly, unlike at home; Where to go with and not afraid of anything. Perhaps because I was so accustomed to every little girl in my house, I was not afraid at all, so I ran away from my mother far away. Yet at that time I did not dare leave even a single step. After school started, the school community closed, and I looked helplessly in the classroom and looked out the gate to see if there was a mother. I was like a completely different world when I just broke up with my mother. At that time, I didn't know what to do, I just stood there crying and cried. And then, she came to me, she took my hand and she said clearly, "Don't be afraid, there you are." I heard her say, how sweet and gentle the words were. I thought she was my second mother, protecting, caring, caring for and teaching me. I didn't go out like I used to, but I went to school.

    The first day of school was hard, I didn't know anything. I don't know how to hold a pen, I don't know what books are, but it's not difficult to have her by my side. She showed me how to hold a pen, and taught me how to write. And then three school drum sounds rang, signaling the end of time. Other friends were welcomed home by their parents. She also came home, leaving me alone - the lonely first-grader in the cold room. I cried, cried loudly and suddenly someone gently put a hand on my shoulder and said, "Let's go home, baby", then I realized my mother was with me.
       Oh! Why do I love that, why do I remember that. My first day at school. The day I had the most memories in my childhood.