My first day at school I went to school when I was 6 years old. This was an unusual class, because children went to other classes from the age of 7. After school, we had an extension. Our classroom was located in a separate building, inside the building there was a classroom and a large bedroom where we slept after lunch. So, on the first of September, as usual, there was a ruler. Then we gathered in the classroom with our parents. The teacher told us something, I don't remember. I was alone, because my mother worked at the same school as a teacher of Russian language and literature. Apparently she was with her class. Then their parents left, and we stayed for extended periods. We were playing outside, getting ready to go to lunch. I don't remember exactly how, but I had an argument with a boy. I decided to go to my mother, I knew where her office was. I went to my mother's, and on the way I met another teacher. She said my mother had gone home. I was in shock, I was scared, because I thought I was alone at school. I didn't even go to kindergarten before. In General, without telling anyone, I went home on foot. I walked and sobbed. The road took about 20 minutes and I probably knew the way. But the worst part was that there was a railway that had to be passed through. And there were always freight trains. There was no underground or aboveground passage. People usually took risks and passed under trains. I, too, had safely passed under the trains. My parents were at home at the time, having lunch. Mom was telling dad about my first day of school. Then they heard a child crying in the distance. Dad said I think it's our son. In General, I got home safely. I told my parents that I passed under trains. They reassured me. Then my teacher called, she was scared and asked if I had come home. Mom said to her that I was all right. That was how my first day of school went.