I remember my days in the primary school. My first day, my first lesson in the school stacked in my memory very well. It was early morning of 1 September in 1988. My father saw me to my new school. I was terrified in that big building. I did not know anyone in my new school; I had no friends in my new school, because I had not ever been to the kindergarten (I had been growing with my grandparent at home). I remember very well, when I came to my first classroom. It was very big and full of toys, books and strangers. My father gave to me a pen and pencil and I sat into my first desk. My little heard was beating very hard and I did not know what to expect for and what would happen. Moreover, one more thing I remember very well is one girl, which came and sat in my desk. She had very big ribbon in his hair. Now I cannot remember who was she. Soon my first teacher came in. She was very nice and sweet. Her name is Elvyra Bandzevičienė.