Adam B remembers

My First day of Year 1 to my last days of year 6


My small 6 year old feet step onto the school grounds. I arrive on the second term ever in kings’ Dubai. Crowds of friends talk and gossip. Not me. I sit alone, cowardly and vulnerable. I miss home. Will I have a good teacher? I hope the people are nice. Please, I beg you, don’t put me on the spot.

Five and a half years later my small feet turn big and I no longer sit alone. I have the same teacher as I did in year 1! I know the class well and I have amazing friends in all year groups.

Goodbye Kings!

By Adam B
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Keep believing.