It was my first day of school ever. My family had just recently relocated to the south, from the Midwest in hopes of settling in establishing our roots in my mother's home town. My mother had taken me shop and for a special outfit for such a tremendous occasion. My mom was set on making my brothers and sisters transition from stated. To Southern living as smooth as possible. The outfit she had purchased me was nothing frilly, it was a white dress with matching undergarments. I was very proud of my new clothes and shoes and was ready to head off and meet my new kindergarten teacher and classmates. My eldest brother who just so happened to be home from basic training in the Army volunteered to take me to my first day. I'll never forget because he wore his uniform and that the time everyone who saw soldiers frolic and always wished them well in their tour of duty knowing that perhaps it would possibly be the last time they saw those particular soldiers in uniform. Needless to say I was proud I was happy I was on my way this to a new school to meet new people and make new friends. We have made to the school in record time Arafat we were the first to show up so my brother student with me at my new desk as other children's begin to feel our classroom. Ms. Winston might new teacher had introduced herself and shows us where to sit. As I watched each new student file into our classroom I was excited to see such new face is. Everyone appeared freshly dressed with their hair combs, with new shiny shoes, and bright Christian clothing. I was in all of the smiles and greetings I receive from each classmate. I was the new girl Intel and it appeared that all eyes were on me. As I sat there and watched each new student appeared I was reminded of my manners by my brother to ensure that I spoke and offered her handshake to each student as they came into the classroom with their. Period I was a bit taken aback when I first met her she appeared out of no clear. The funny thing was that she appeared wearing the same exact outfit and the exact same shiny shoes as I was wearing. She was accompanied by her older sister who just so happen to know my brother. Everything about her from the left part of her pigtails to delays the top of her White Sox was is exactly the same as I was wondering. I know you might say all she still over consumed with the entire of that she and another student was wearing on the first day of school. Although it was my first meeting with my kindergarten class mates, it was pretty a significant event for me as a four or five-year-old. It was as though I was looking into a mihrab when I saw her. We match from head to toe ideally so, our skin tones where even the same shade. Needless to say the two of us caused major confusion on the first day of school with the present adults. The adults could not tell us apart while we were sitting or standing still. This day was pretty significant to me because I had never met anyone as different as I, who looked exactly like me. You see the difference that was most noticeable were only noticeable when full body movement was observed or being viewed from the left side. Is he my classmate had a disability. Her disability was not obvious on first glance. One can only tell that my classmate possessed the disability when you observed her attempting to raise her left hand or keep all with the other children while running at play. I was taught to whisper unusual observations into my mothers here versus blurting them out which would result in embarrassment for the involved parties. When I got home that evening my brother and I related to my mother and father information about fellow students I had met as well as my teachers, supplies that we were given, and instructions for the next class meeting. I told my mother of everyone I had met by name and given her a brief description of what they were wearing or were they were to set in our classroom. She was in awe that I remembered such great details especially of my fellow classmates. When I begin to tell her of the young girl who was dressed exactly like me from head to toe I began to whisper. I whispered to my mom that the young girl could not keep up what we were running nor could she raised her left hand as high as the other student or as fast as the other students. My mother took the opportunity at the time to explain to me the reasons why my classmate hat restricted movement or could not keep up with the other classmates.