Posting, The first.

When I had to first start school, I was so distraught over leaving home that I cried the whole first week of kindergarten. I remember the tears streaming down my face when my mother brought me to the front doors. I latched onto her leg and squeezed out tear after tear, begging my mother to take me back home, where I belonged. Kindergarten wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, but I was still troubled over the fact that I was being torn away from my world.