My
 elder brother went to school every day. I was also eager to go with 
him. But I was then only four. So, I was not allowed to go to school. I 
learnt the three R's—reading, writing and arithmetic—for three years. I 
was then seven. One day my mother told me to go to school the next day.
January
 7, 1998 was a memorable day in my life. I had little sleep the previous
 night. I got up at six o’clock in the morning, cleaned my teeth, and 
took my breakfast. I read my books. I then took my bath and meal. It was
 10 a.m. My mother dressed me. I followed my father with books. I ran 
all the way to school.
My
 father took me to the headmaster of the school. Father and I saluted 
him. I was feeling nervous. The headmaster asked me my name and my 
father’s name. He also asked me some questions correctly. The headmaster
 was satisfied. He then asked a teacher to test me. It was a written 
examination for an hour. Fortunately, I was able to answer all the 
questions correctly. I was declared fit for class III. Father paid the 
fees, and I was admitted.
I
 was taken to the class. I saluted the teacher. I sat along with other 
boys. They were of my age. The teacher and the boys welcomed me. The 
teacher asked me some questions. I answered all the questions politely.
The
 class was over at 4 p.m. I came back home, put off my shoes, and 
changed my school dress. The first day at school is a memorable day in 
my life.

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