I got down from my mother’s hands – waved goodbye and didn’t look back. Not a cry, just a happy little kid with her bottle around her neck and a handkerchief pinned to her dress making her way down to classroom M11.
I forever remember my Montessori days with the fondest of memories of the friends made, the birthday cakes cut,the smell of butter in the air during lunchtime and above all,the wonderful teachers who I hold dear to me to this day. Memories that will never fade.
