I spent first ten years of my childhood in a small and beautiful village. My grandfather enrolled my name in the village Primary School when I was five. A school was a totally new concept for me. On its first day I was afraid. My heart was throbbing. But when I found the school to be nice I liked it. Our teacher was very kind and loving to us. He used to tell us stories and teach through them. There my education began. There I learnt 'my first A.B.C. and began a joyful period in my life. Meanwhile my father got a job in the city. We shifted there. I started going the high school. I come from a rural background. So I became a laughing stock for some days at the beginning. But I proved my capacities within some days and caught attention of my teachers.
