Vika.
My first day of school.
It was 1994 and I had just finished the kindergarten. From day to day I was waiting for the first of September. At last the time had come to go to school. It was special day in my life and I woke up quite early. On the table stood the bouquet of flowers for my first teacher and near my bed hung a white ironed blouse and a black pleated skirt. My room smelt of mum’s perfume and carnations. There were pretty childish curls on my head and beautiful earrings. I was a little nervous on that day but I was quite anxious to see my new teachers and classmates. Step by step, I felt that I had become adult. All the time when my parents and I were going to school I was looking at my black shining shoes with bright butterflies and was listening to the sound of my little shoes clicks. There were a lot of nosy children. Some of them were very enthusiastic, they always asked the questions and shook their bouquets, other children just held their parents hands and were looking around the territory of the school. I met my friend from kindergarten so I felt confident and was quite talkative. When we entered our class we began to introduce ourselves and of course the first was our teacher, a woman with curly brown hair and average built. She looked very kind and cute. Then, we played different games and tried to know each other. That day was a little strange but special for me. I don’t forget it.