Base Story

We all have many different experiences and create many memories during our lives which mark us and form who we are and how we perceive ourselves. And one of mine is my first day of school.

School is a place where we grow physically and mentally and the place where we meet many of the people who will become a large part of lives. For these reasons the first day is so important.

The first thing, that I remember, is that it was a sunny day although maybe it is just my imagination because I remember it as a happy moment. The way to school was full of children walking together in groups or with their parents, all going to the same place. When I arrived at school, I remember that there were many parents waiting at the door to the school.

Once inside, the classroom walls were very colourful and the chairs were different colours. I also remember that there were a lot of stuffed animals, especially a giant Tucan perched on top of a cabinet.

Some of my classmates were crying although I do not remember if I cried or not. My teacher, who was very tall had two crying twins in his arms. Later these two brothers, Germán and Álvaro would become by best friends that year, but they would repeat the curse and we would lose contact.

That day we played many games, because it was the first day, and finally I remember a large corridor formed by the parents that I walked down until I saw my mother and we went home.

But what I remember most about that day was that the excitement that I felt to be at school and to make new friends made me forget how scared I might have been about being on my own for the first time. I carry this same enthusiasm to this day and when it falters all I have to do is remember this day.