Now I am in class IV but my first day at the school is still fresh in my memory. The date was 8th April when I was given admission in the school in class I. At that time I was six years old. A teacher took me to my class I-B. The timings of the school were from 8.00 a.m. to 11.00 a.m. My father promised to come back at 11.00 a.m. I was shouting and crying when I was being taken to my class. As I entered the class every one started laughing at me. The teacher scolded them and then she asked me many questions. I answered her questions although I was feeling afraid and was crying. After that period was the lunch break. The boys of my class made fun of me and pulled my cheeks. I got irritated and I told this to the teacher. She said that a brave boy always faced whatever came in his way so I shouldn't cry. From this statement I got courage. Then I became quite normal and stopped crying. I even made a few friends and everything became all right. But 8th April I still remember, the first day at my school.