I was about 7 years old. The morning was all still look the same.

Wake up, shower, have

breakfast, then go play. My mom was still busy in the kitchen preparing breakfast for us.
Then I came out just to sit around. See friends in white-red with a backpack multicolored
invited me to continue to see it. Suddenly I was running to mom and then say 'mom, I want
school'. With a surprised face mom did not expect. Because before I had refused to go to
school. Never mind the primary school, for kindergarten level course I refused. Then my
mom stop the activity and immediately went to register me to the elementary school. After
that we went to the market to buy uniforms in which the learning activity is running about a
week.

Busy morning starts. My mom put on my uniform, my father put on my shoes. After that my
mom take me to school that I thought it was an odd time. In which people of his pickup and
drove off together. The first day I go to school but did not go directly to the classroom. I just
sit on the porch. No one came. Even appear to mind to return home. However teacher out of
the classroom and asked me to come in and sit with people who seem alien in my eyes. Even
when the lesson starts, I sat with three other people. It is amazing is not it?

There are some that I know, there are invites acquainted, there were crying, and so forth. It
was at that moment I thought that school was fun! Even the first time I went to school, I was
taught independently. My mom just drove up to the front gate after the return. While others?
They still awaited by his mother even when their home was picked up. Distance school with
grandma's house not too far away, so the grandmother was the one who picked me up.

With all the fun first impression I tell you to my mom. He listened attentively. And ask why
not go to school before? Then I simply answered scared. Afraid of being kidnapped, fear can
not go home, afraid of meeting new people, that is my mind at that time. Until finally I was
interested in the 'tradition' they were before leaving to pick up his friends one by one and then
set off to school together. Yes, I call it tradition. Due to grade 6 I still do traditional. Not only
that sometimes we go bike riding.

Until finally now, I've entered a new world. With all the challenges as well as more recent
experience, I miss those days. Missed togetherness without the need to think of other things.
Laughing indefinitely without the need to laugh at the other shortcomings. Playing with
pleasure without the need to check their phones every time. Slowly the planned meeting is
merely a plan without any action. Then after meeting, they just focus on their world without
respecting each other time.

Those days were much taught me that family is everything. Family our friend is both. As well
as gather with the people we love, and utilize time as possible is something that until now I
long for. Yes, I missed the first time school. The first period to know the outside world. The
first period of socializing with real people. Not with my favorite doll. Future play-cook dishes
with real people, not just with the imagination.