5 Years Old

Being five marked the beginning of my school journey— kindergarten. I still remember the overwhelming mix of dread and fear as my mom left me in a room full of strangers. I sat at the green table alongside other kids whose names also started with "M," and it was there I met my first best friend. The classroom felt like a world of endless wonder, packed with fun toys and exciting books that fueled my growing curiosity and eagerness to learn.

Years later, I revisited that same classroom while working at my old school. What once felt so big and intimidating now seemed incredibly small, a reminder of how much I’ve grown since those simpler times.