My Childhood Memory

It was my first day of preschool and as soon as I walked through the doors, my jelly shoes squeaking with every step, I knew that this was the beginning of something grand. The teacher was explaining something to my father, who had a tight grip of my hand, but my mind was elsewhere. I could hear the laughs and chatter of girls outside and I started to get energized and nervous and all of a sudden I was flooded with a mixture of feelings. My toes curled around the edges of my jelly shoes and I felt as though I would be made to finally spread my wings and leave the nest behind. My father led me towards the playground and I examined each and every girl with a wary but yet fascinated eye. Everyone was in the same dress attire and I myself, felt uncomfortable in navy blue shorts and a matching shirt. My father let go of my hand and I lost my train of though. I didn’t know how to begin my life as a pre schooler, so I patiently waited to be instructed on what to do. Then without warning, a Korean girl with a peculiar haircut approached me and complimented me on my jelly shoes. Without another word said, we ran to the playground and started to talk as though we had known each other for years.