You never forget the first day at school. The sky that morning, in green. Mr. sun radiating warm rays to the ground. I sat behind the motorcycle ride to school mother in the mood both joyful and anxious. Primary school is very wide and beautiful. Crowded school playground as a festival. All students wear uniforms look nice. The large class gurgling siblings talk. And the new game as they then stood crestfallen timidly next to their parents. When serving the first hour my heart wide rang clearly an indescribable joy. Such schools drumming ring bent forever in my heart until now.
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