The Start of School

It was seemingly impossible for Jack to keep his hands off the piano, and if he wasn't playing it, he would stare blankly at it, adoring its majesty. For hours on end he would play to his heart's delight without a care in the world. Though it was tuneless and would give his parents a headache on most days, they chose to let him carry on, as this may just be the beginning of something much better.

In what felt like the blink of an eye, Jack had reached an age where it was time for him to start his journey in the eventful experience of education. He made sure he picked his best attire to ensure he made a great impression on his new teacher and soon to be friends and was eager to find out whether the stories his mother had teased him with about school weren't fictional. Butterflies raced around his stomach as they battled with the sudden ecstasy which followed: he tapped his fingers with nervous delight.

As the three pulled up to the kindergarten's entrance, a wave of fear suddenly overcame Jack and he didn't know what to do. It might have been because he had never been around so many people just like him, or the fact that he would  have to wait hours (which would feel like years) to see his mother's sweet smile again. Involuntarily, tears began to pour down his cheeks as his lip quivered in sorrow. He gazed up to his parents - green beady eyes soaking in sadness - and clutched his mother's leg tightly, wishing he wouldn't have to let go. The soft tone of his mother's voice as she gently whispered in his ears about how it will be great eased his grip, allowing him to return to his previous state of eagerness, tears still running almost as fast as the pace of his heartbeat.

Eventually, it was time for the parents to depart, and for young Jack to begin his new life in school.

The toddlers sat in an untidy circle as they introduced themselves and the interests they possess, each very different to the previous. Jack beamed as he wondered what great friends he was about to make - maybe a few hours away from home won't be as bad as it seemed. It was now his turn to let his peers know about him and with a bold voice he exclaimed:

"My name is Jack, I am 4 years old, I like the plinky plonk and my toy cars"

"Do you mean the piano?" inquired his teacher.

"Yes, pyanoe"  he replied with a grin.

After the other children completed their introductions, the class played an alphabet game and before they knew it, it was break time, meaning it was finally time for Jack to make some new friends.