I'm not surprised really- I've been walking that route to the local primary school for 15 years now so the last five children are very used to coming along on the school run.
I had two first days at primary school. At first I attended a school was an imposing Victorian red brick building. I don't remember but am told my first day didn't go well as I was "caught" reading. And since I hadn't been taught to read by the school yet they didn't want me to read.
I do remember a conversation I had with another girl in the toilets of that school. I remember so vividly the acoustics and the smell and I guess it was break time or lunchtime because I remember it was crowded.
I was desperate to make friends - would have said anything to impress- and when one girl asked me if I had a pony of course, aged five, I said yes! Then the smart arse little cow asked me what colour socks it had.
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This of course was not the right answer (horse socks are generally white markings on legs which look like socks!) and so began a lengthy period of being the odd girl who didn't quite fit in.
Luckily my parents agreed that I didn't fit in to that school and I soon joined my cousins at their primary school. A modern built building with loads of light and what felt like an enormous playing field.
I say I joined my cousins. I can remember my mum assuring me they would meet me in the playground on my first day there and help me settle in. Of course they were far too interested in playing with their friends and did not want their little cousin tagging along.
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As I type it's 2pm - only one more hour before I walk up to fetch my youngest and his brother and sister. I strongly suspect I won't get much out of him about his first day but hope its the start of happy school days he can look back on with fondness.