Last weekend, while cleaning my bedroom, I came across an album and found a photo of me on the first day coming to school – a day filled with special emotions. It was a sunny day with many white clouds. My mom was the person that accompanied me to school. On the way to school, i could see many other children around my age are going to school like me, some of them were crying a lot. Fifteen minutes later, we arrived at the school. Mom said goodbye to me and suddenly I bursted into tears. I felt lonely and scared because there was no one beside me then. Then a woman came by my side. She had a bright smile and a gentle face which reminded me of my mom. With a warm voice, she introduced to me that she was my teacher. I had thought that teacher was someone that would punish me when I made mistakes, but my first impression was a little different from my expectation, she was like a sweet angel. Later, she took me to my new class. There are a lot of new friends. Sitting at my place, looking around the classroom, I was impressed by the colourful and lovely space here. It was painted in bright colours with a large book shelf at the corner, filled with comics and toys, which were all well-organised. After that, the very first lesson at school got started. Beside learning to spell and write, I was also taught to sing, to draw pictures and was told a lot of interesting stories, which made me really excited. It was my first day studying at school, quite a long time ago but still gives me a sense of nostalgia for my carefree childhood.