A small interesting story from my carefreeness childhood. I remember the day when I went to school for the first time. I was about seven years old by that time. To my delight the color of the uniform was very girlish with very white collar. I felt sheepishly when I first met my classmates. To my relief my teacher was very kind to me and she admitted that my dress was distinctly different from other girls dresses. I could hardly contain my excitments when my classmates were gawping at me. This is a very "moving" story, isn't it?
