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Unit three.

Growing up.

Track twenty.

Kate Scott.

Year eleven.

Creative writing.

The best days of your life?

It was such a big day, but I don't remember very much. It's like an impressionist painting, shapes, colours, and smells and sounds too.

But I was only five years old, and it was a long time ago.

I walked to school with mum and I cried all the way. I didn't want to go. I had a blue rucksack and a big new box of crayons. The playground was full of noisy excited kids. Some of the children looked huge. I never knew that I was so small.

Then a bell rang, and everybody stopped running and went inside. How did everybody know what to do?

The walls were yellow and there was a horrible smell of soap everywhere. My teacher's name was Mrs. Bell. What a strange name, I thought.

She wasn't very strict. In fact, she was really nice, but I didn't understand a lot of the things she said that day. Terms, timetables, registers, cloakrooms. What did she mean? And why was her voice so loud all the time? It was very strange.

I don't remember what we learnt that day. I think we sang songs and clapped a lot.

Mrs. Bell read us a story and we sat cross-legged on the floor. I was embarrassed because I didn't know how to do it.

There was also an aquarium with ugly fish in it, another horrible smell.

So, Kate, were you a good girl today? Dad asked me later.

I don't know, I said.

Was it fun?

No. And Mrs. Bell said that we have to go back tomorrow. I wasn't very happy.

Did you make any new friends?

Yes, I did, I think.

Did you learn anything useful, numbers, colours?

Dad, why are you asking me all these questions? Didn't you go to school?