It happened on the first day of my pre-school, which made it especially memorable. My parents handed me over to the teacher who ushered me, along with other kids, into a room. The teacher closed the room door but the windows were still open. My parents stood at the windows for a while, watching and waving at me. I started to cry because I wasn't sure what was going on. I felt lost and trapped. I recall wanting to be with my parents so badly. I continued to cry for hours after they left, despite the attempts of the teacher to cheer me up. All day, I clung at the gate of the door, hoping my mom and dad would come back.
My personality has changed a lot since those pre-school days. I think it is a consequence of growing up. Over the years, I have become more independent and mature. I am also able to cope better with changes in life. -darkstorm
-- Edited by 102intro on Tuesday 20th of October 2009 05:32:18 AM
