In life, knowledge is very important in our life. But among us, not everyone can go to school, but there are many poor people who cannot afford to go to school. And I am one of the lucky number of people who can go to school, be fostered with knowledge and interesting moral lessons. Therefore, the memories of the first day of school for me are wonderful, impressive and unforgettable moments in my heart.

Now, even though I'm an eighth grader, every time I hear the drum beat "tong... sep... sep... it's very clear that the year is two thousand zero hundred and seven. The day before the first day of school took place, I was nervous and kept thinking about many things related to school such as “how will I go to this school?”, “Are my friends good friends? no?”, “Is the teacher evil?”. And these days, my parents are very busy. Not because of work, but because of my first day of school. Dad went to buy paper covers, stickers, and notebooks. Mom went to buy textbooks. When packing, I kept whispering in my heart not to dirty any of the notebooks, but that thought was not done well. I tore the cover of the envelope. I immediately burst into tears, but thanks to my mother's comfort and comfort, I stopped crying. Dad showed me how to pack the notebooks properly and carefully, how to label them beautifully and stick them together. The second sister wrote my name on the labels. Oh! The words like dragon flying phoenix dance so beautifully.

And I remember, I accidentally spilled ink on a notebook. I cried more than when I tore the cover. After that, my sister comforted me for a few minutes before I stopped crying. Notebooks, textbooks, pens, briefcases are all ready. At night, I could not sleep, it took a while before I fell asleep. In the morning, after waking up to do personal hygiene, my father drove me to school and gave me a pretty ball with a smiley face. I see students coming to school with bright, happy faces. I feel more confident when I have a beautiful uniform on. I found my school to be both spacious and beautiful. The tall trees are crimson in color. There were four swings at the four corners of the schoolyard.


 
My heart jumped when I heard the sound of the school's opening drum resounding "tong... spare... spare". The whole school began to line up neatly on the field. And I don't know where I bumped, but the balloon I brought was broken. I tried not to cry. Luckily, a friend next to me shared some flowers for the parade. After the parade ended, the homeroom teacher welcomed the students to class and the flower friend from earlier sat next to me. The strange scent of the new notebook suddenly burst into the classroom. Break time seemed to be only about fifteen minutes. I sat in class, not knowing who to play with. and what game to play, but a group of friends invited me to play. How emotional I feel! When I left, I waved goodbye to my new friends and got in the car. Your shadows fade away and I feel a strange fluttering feeling in my heart.

My first day of school was like that. Those wonderful memories always stay in my mind and they also urge me to study better. Therefore, I was determined to study well so as not to disappoint my parents.

After going through so many happy and sad memories, I realized that the first days always bring us the best emotions, The first time helping mom with housework, the first time going out, or the first time going to school, The feelings on that first day of school, I will probably never forget. Because it is pure and innocent like the years of a student.

The morning of the first day of school is the morning of an autumn day, the sky is clear blue without a single cloud. The sun radiates early autumn rays, illuminating everything and dispelling the night. I woke up early in the morning, got everything ready. I wore the school uniform for the first time. Looks really strange. Did I become a student? The whole family complimented me on becoming more mature, making me feel more motivated.

My mother drove me on a familiar village road, but today everything is so different. Roadside flowers bloom as if to welcome students entering the new school year. The village road seems to be wider... Groups of students holding hands, scarlet scarves bursting with laughter, mixed with chirping birds, and the sound of traffic making the atmosphere more lively. The school gate appeared before my eyes. It's so big and beautiful, the whole block, it's so big! The words: ''KIM DONG ELEMENTARY SCHOOL'' is neatly on the gate. Parents, students entered the school one by one, crowded to the gate. With fathers and mothers with new children like my mother, I can clearly see one thing in common, that is the face. They all expressed concern and thought that their child would have a good first day of school. Interspersed with that is the expectation and hope for your beloved child. Although I was mentally prepared, I was still really surprised. Too many people but also full of strangers. I was scared and could only crouch with my mother, looking at everyone. The other boys are not much better than me. They were all scared and shy on the first day of school.


 
Then the class bell rang. Mom took me by the hand into class.

- Let's go, after today you will be a student, full of aspirations and dreams. Mom looked at me affectionately and then led me to the classroom door. Suddenly the mother stopped in front of a woman:

- Hello, baby. This is Miss Nhi, I will be your teacher. Then the woman smiled affectionately, led me into the classroom. She wears a flowing white dress, long hair and a gentle smile. I did not dare to move on, I kept looking back at my mother in anxiety. I don't want to leave my mother's arms, step into a new environment with teachers and friends all strange, how can I get used to this. Co Nhi gently comforted me with a warm voice, both unfamiliar but also extremely dear:

- Stepping behind the threshold of that classroom is a whole new horizon with lots of knowledge, friends and teachers. Then I will gradually grow up and mature. Come on, let's go to class.

Every word she said seemed to open up new horizons for me, like comforting me. I feel more confident to enter the class with many other friends. I confidently left my mother's arms, smiled slightly and entered the classroom. Perhaps, the mother is also extremely satisfied because her child is gradually growing up, I think. That's true. Stepping through the school gate is my second home, a place for us to study and practice as people. School, loving teachers have taught me to be a person, taught me how to live a good life. Step by step growing up on the learning path with her. Not only at the teacher level, but the people who accompany me are my parents and friends. That first day of school was unforgettable with mixed emotions. That first day of school marked the first milestone in my life.

Childhood memories with every human being are irreplaceable. Especially on the road to success in the future, old memories will be an important baggage to help us move forward