My Childhood Memories

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Childhood Memories

Сергей Голубев

Childhood is really a wonderful time. As for me, it is always a
pleasure to retrospect, being transferred to that marvellous time of life like
childhood. In my opinion, everyone has its own vivid recollection that he or
she could call up and tell to one’s people.

One of those afteglows which I can remember is about my first day at
school. It was magnificent sunny day on the 1st of September 1993. My mom woke
me up not as usually, at 7 o’clock a.m., with the words: “Mary, it is going to
be your first day at school!” I clearly remember that moment, however I can’t
describe the sences that were ovefilling me. Something was tickling in my
stomach. This was truly new to me.

My mom and brother took me to school. It’s a pity that my father had
a business trip that week. After the first bell had rung, we were invited to
our classes. I kissed my parents good bye; they promised to pick me up in an
hour then. I made my first steps towards that huge (as it seemed to me) school
building. A shiver was running down my spine that minute.

When we were seated, a techer kindly asked us to take the exercise
books out from our rucksacks. This was my mom who had prepared all the things
for me, but my attempts to found my exercise book in my bag were,
unfortunately, unsuccessful. I don’t know what happened to me that time that I
hadn’t noticed that bright red folder and several blank writing-books in it,
instead I always have my first teacher in mind who put my first “2” for my
inattention on the first day at school on the 1st of September.

From my point of view, it is a child who lives in every person’s
soul. Merely the toys we played in our childhood changed to other, big ones and
more serious. Eventually, everyone has its own live treasured possessions. My
ones are my childhood memories.