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I have always considered that my memory is not the best, because I even forget movies, and when I watch them for the second time, I am amazed by things that I supposedly already knew because I had seen them before, but for me it is as if it were the first time. Having a bad memory is not entirely bad because I enjoy it like the first time, and even when I get angry, I sometimes forget what made me angry in the first place. I really like that. I’m not one of those people who stays angry for long.
But I don’t like to forget other things that I would love to keep, such as some memories from my childhood or adolescence. There are things that have been completely erased from my mind, such as the first day of school. What I remember from my eight years in elementary school are very specific things, and none of them are from the first day. Although I imagine it wasn’t traumatic because I lived right next to the school, so my mom would drop me off and I knew she wasn’t going far, just a shout away. It couldn’t have been traumatic because of loneliness either, because I studied with my sister in the same classroom, so my friend who I played with in the afternoon also played with me at school. Of course, that didn’t stop me from making more friends. I still have a friend from preschool, the only person I remember studying with in preschool, besides my sister. The three of us studied together throughout elementary school and high school. Over the years, new friends joined us, some drifted away, and others have stayed with me to this day, even if only by phone.
One of the significant things I remember from my time in elementary school is that I lived right next to the school, so at recess we would just go to the fence that separated us and shout for my mom, and she would bring us our warm breakfast. Not all children had that advantage, but the downside was that for that very reason, we were never given money to buy anything at the cafeteria.
I think I can recount everything I remember in this post without making it too long. I don’t remember anything about first grade, except where the classroom was; in second grade, my teacher called me Butterfly because I was always walking around the classroom, and he had a ruler that he used to hit us on the palms of our hands when we misbehaved; in third grade, I had my first and last fight with a girl who wasn’t my sister; in fourth grade, I had the same teacher as in second grade, so you can imagine, but I don’t remember it; in fifth grade, my teacher taught me to pronounce the R with a tongue twister that she made me repeat every day; and in sixth grade, I was supposed to be older and able to remember many things, but NO, I only remember that my graduation sponsor was the same teacher who taught us, and no, he wasn’t the same one who hit us with the ruler.
So, having so few memories of elementary school, none of them are about how I felt on that first day, and the ones that stuck in my mind are because of how important they have been to me in my life. Well, friends, that's been my contribution to Silverbloggers Chronicles #32. I hope you liked it, even though I didn't exactly tell you anything about my first day of school.
