Personal Narrative Essay: My First Day Of School

I recall my first day of school as if it was yesterday. The picture of when my mother had deposited me in the kindergarten is still marked in my memories. I had cute new shoes, an attractive school bag, and a nice uniform. Before leaving, my mother kissed me on my forehead; the separation was difficult, even very difficult. I crushed a tear when I saw my mom gradually moving away from the school. I had the impression that she would no longer return; She looked back one last time and smiled at me.
It was strange, only the day before, I was so excited, and I was waiting impatiently this day to come, but, when my mother left me, I did not understand that feeling I had at that time; I thought that she would not return or even that she had abandoned me.
Around me, there were full of other children crying and looking for their

I went out from the small room, and I found the place deserted, no guard, no masters, and no children. Frankly, I became more terrified, where everybody had gone? I went back to the big room, wishing to find back the other kids, but the room was empty. I panicked, I started crying, shouting, and calling for help.
Suddenly, I was hearing voices coming; I went out of the room and from far I recognized my mother. I remember how she was running terrified and crying too. She was along with some adults. It was the only happiest time for me of that day; my mother came back to save me.
My second day of school was entirely different, I was able to understand that that place was my school, those adults were my teachers and those children were my friends who only were frightened same I was and made the teachers anxious to make us calm.
Even now I remember my first day of school which will remain forever in my memory. It is always fun to talk about it now, but it was not at the time I was four years