Nice story, this reminds me of my first day at school too. It was a strange day and i also remember it so well. But unlike others, i was thrilled to go to school at age 4. My mum tells me i would look at my school uniform and count the days to wear them for the first day at school.

When my father dropped me on the first day, i was so excited to step into the school even though i did not knew anyone. There were kids crying everywhere and me being always mature for my age was wondering why they are crying at school.

Then i met my friends both boys of my dad's friends who were in Grade 1, one year my senior and they showed me around and to my classroom.

In the evening, all three of us were supposed to wait for our mothers to come and pick us up from the gate and we waited at the gate with the caretaker of the school. She was such a strict women and was controlling all the kids at the gate and allowing them to only go with their parents. Some of the kids were crying even then. After waiting sometime, the three of us started getting little impatient as our mum's were not in sight and we were so naughty that when the caretaker was pacifying the sobbing kids, we decided to run away. We ran from her and she was following us behind - it was a sight. I was scared of getting caught and was really running fast and i saw my mum at a distance and ran towards her.The lady not surprising was furious at me and the boys and even till my 10th grade would remind me everyday how i ran on the first day of school. It was funny.

Sorry for getting carried away but reminded of of the days!