First day of Primary School

                          

 Trying to crack a smile

Staring into the lens of the camera in the hands of my mother

I clenched the plastic handle of my trolly bag

glancing back

the thought of a new place and faces gave me chills

but now it's just a memory

For my measly skinny body in that clean-cut iron pinafore,

 my freshly- cut straight tomboy hair,

and my stirred emotions 

could not have helped but fear the unknown

Each step i took to get closer

were even worse than the first

i was alone

but now I'm accustomed

walking to my first class was an accomplishment

But i would cry after

Then i felt like no one would understand

So i cried until someone did

But now i understand

But they still won't

Kids are a like clay

You have to shape them

or they will never learn

But be gentle

we feel things that even you won't realise