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First Day of Kindergarden
Audience: My children
Purpose: To inform my child of my experiences of the first day of school
Title: How I felt on The First Day of School It can be a strange thing when a memory from the past can remain so clearly in your mind after a considerably long period of time. One of the best examples I can offer would be my first day of Kindergarten. The memories of walking into the school are not so clear. I can vividly remember how I felt when I got inside. I knew everything would be fine when I saw friends I recognized from preschool. I was so excited to find out who my teacher was going to be. The first day of kindergarten can be a scary. I also realized it would be an experience that I would never forget. I approached the door of Kingston Elementary School with my mom by my side, this was reassuring. I knew she wasn’t going to be with me all day. I had never felt so apprehensive in my life. The door closed behind me and all of the sudden I was stricken with fear. There were so many people around me. Most of them were running around, zooming past me like racing cars, narrowly missing me by tiny fractions. I felt so alone, like a stray dog lost in the middle of a big city. All I wanted was to be home again. I knew that the best thing to do was to take a deep breathe. I would soon realize that everything would be ok. I then began to walk down the hall. I had to weave my way through the crowd. I did not want to get run over by the older children. As I walked, my eyes scanned around the hallway, trying to find someone I knew. It seemed impossible. After feeling like I had been wondering for hours, finally, I heard someone call my name. I felt relief. She was standing with a large group of familiar face that I had recognized from preschool. Suddenly I started to feel better as they approached me and began to welcome me. It was a comfort to know that I was not alone anymore. Then my mom walked me down the hall to class. Mrs. Katie was standing in

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