The first bell, new notebooks, a neat bow or a formal suit. And that special feeling when you don’t yet know what lies ahead, but your heart is full of curiosity.
Each of us remembers our first teacher. For some, it was a strict but fair mentor, for others, a kind and caring second mother. It was with her that our path to knowledge and first victories began.
Do you remember your friends from the first grade? Those with whom you shared a desk, exchanged pencils, argued and made peace. These memories remain with us forever, because it was there that the first real friendships were born.
Today, looking at the children with bouquets and bright eyes, I want to wish them one thing: may their school journey be kind, interesting and happy.🩷