My Perfect First Day of School

I remember my first day of school like I remember the first day I saw my baby brother being born freshly into this world.I was about four years old and my mother had enrolled me into pre- school. My memory was not all that great acorrding to the ethics of psychology,so I can't tell you the name of the school...sorry.My combed my hair with a bow and dressed me all pretty for my first day of school.Long story short,I remember my mother talking to my teacher (but at the time I was not aware she was my teacher).Then... she walked away .I began to get scared because my mother was leaving me.The farther she walked away the mor my tears began to fall form my face.By time she was at the door, my cries became a combination with screwaming .As I became more out of control with my behavior, the teachers came towards me to calm me down.After twenty minutes of acting like my mother didnt teach me any home training.I threw up vomit on all the staff members who were around me. My sad a glommy cries transformed in to "kiddy happy" laughs.The looks on the teachers however...lets just say if you were me you would be laughing to.