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My First Day Of School

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My earliest memory
I remember the first day of school, like it was yesterday. I recall the color of the sky that particular day because it matches my mum’s eyes. Her eyes are something I connect my first day of school too. That is because as I was walking into my new class I turned around to say goodbye to my mum when I witnessed her crying tears of joy. This moment is extremely important to me because it was the first time I have r seen her cry but its really surprised me, that she loved me that much she could not bear to let me go, it really touched my heart.
It was a warm, sweet spring morning. The air was rich with the scent of the flowering orchids. A gentle breeze danced itself in to my room through the open window and twirls around my feet. The wind ballerina gracefully woke me up to then I was greeted by the cerulean sky who reminded me that it was the first day of school.
I stood by the door and observed the environment I was about to enter. My findings were that the alphabet was plastered ubiquitously on all of the walls and the classroom was filled to the brim with colors and children. My mum told me to go talk to the teacher, so when I entered the class room I walked straight toward the big brown desk at the front of the class but when I got there the teacher was addressing another student so I waited patiently. With this time, I had I scanned the class and noticed a group of girls in the corner playing with doll and a colossal doll house. When I saw the majestic

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