It is very sweet to recall those happy days when I was learning my first lessons and playing and adventuring at my school. Who can ever forget school days? Walking down memory lane, I find the days are still fresh in my memory. It was an early summer morning, my Mom took me to my first school. The colossal school building and hundreds of parents and students thronging in the school gate made me tensed and scared. But it was as if with a touch of golden magic wand that my scare transformed into a deep likings as soon as the lady teacher stepped into the class room. Her delicate and charming personality cast a pleasant atmosphere in the class and that was all the beginning of my long schooling days. When I turn the old pages of my school days I find them still studded with unforgettable experiences of outing and excursion with loving and caring teachers and various programmes that I had taken part actively.
The last day of my school was a mixed experience. We were vibrant with enthusiasm of stepping into the new horizon of higher studies and at the same time the very thought of parting from our school mates and beloved teachers made us awfully sorry.
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