I’ll never forget my first day of school. I hated it, and every moment of it. I ran to my grandmothers’ house which was nearby crying. My grandmother was the sweetest person on planet earth. She had this graceful look that took all my worries away. I don’t remember how it was on the next day. I guess it got better and better. But honestly I don’t remember good school memories. Most of them were bad except for an award I got for doing well at a painting competition. It was a certificate and the cutest yellowish-orange toy I ever had. As a child I was obsessed with the sun so…I thought it was like a small sun. It looked like a pumpkin but it was very soft. I used it as a pillow since it was flat. Other than that, I don’t remember any good memories. As an adult I have been able to enjoy school more and speak my mind out. I was too shy when I was a child and afraid to speak out. I was always sick
with asthma, and had to run to the hospital often with severe asthma attacks. I got lice a few times. I was allergic to a few things, fainted a few times when seeing how they kill pigs or chickens in order for us to eat them. I had low blood pressure so had to get away from some citric. I loved coffee and sweets so the dentist chair was my confinement. Other than having allergies, fever, and you name it, there were also good memories. For instance, I enjoyed playing with the mud and baking fake chocolate ship cookies. Again, I saw sugar even in the mud. I also enjoyed going to the beach and building castles in the sand. I enjoyed drawing, and drawing, and drawing. I enjoy listening to music and singing. I enjoy looking at a huge piano a lady had next door. I liked going to the park with grandpa and crossing the street in a hurry so the cars won’t run over us. I loved fairytales and I still do. Traveling to imaginary worlds and watching fantasy lands is still my delight. I don’t think anyone had a perfect childhood or first day of school. Sometimes people just pretend they are having a good time but they really don’t. Children are different. If they don’t like something you will see it traced on their faces. However, during most of our childhood we try discovering who we are and the things we like or don’t like. Once we become adults we already know what we want but we loose the sense of adventure and we often get tired. Our minds think too much. Whether you are an adult or a child, sick or healthy
try to spend time on those things that matter to you. For parents, allow your children space to dream and find who they are. Don’t make them whom you want them to be. After all, each day can be a first day of school again, and each time you can do it better.