Top 10 Best Narrative Essays on Personal Memories (Literature Grade 6)

During the school years, everyone experiences numerous opening days. But if one had to choose the most memorable, it would undoubtedly be the first day of school:

“The First Day of School

Mom leads me to school

I walk and cry

Mom comforts me

The first day of school

My eyes wet and faint

The teacher consoles

Oh! How solemn…”

To this day, I still remember the melody of the song “The First Day of School” echoing during that opening ceremony. On that morning, I woke up very early. After preparing my bag and clothes, my mother took me to school. Although the road to school was familiar from previous playtimes, today it felt very strange. Perhaps because I felt the change within me - becoming a first-grade student.

Upon arriving at school, my first impression was how beautiful the school looked that day. The playground was clean and filled with neatly arranged rows of seats. My classmates and older students looked radiant in their new uniforms. The teachers looked lovely in their colorful áo dài. My mother escorted me to the 1A classroom row and softly said goodbye. I watched my mother leave with a heart full of worry. According to the teacher, in a moment, the first-grade class would begin the parade around the school.

A few minutes later, the parade began. Our class had the honor of leading the parade. I felt very proud of that. The sound of the drum along with the footsteps of my classmates made my heart feel lively. After the parade, the principal gave a speech to welcome the first-grade students. Although I cannot remember exactly what the principal said, his warm voice still echoes in my heart. But what I remember most from that opening ceremony was the sound of the school bell. The bell marked the start of a new school year - also my first year. The bell reverberated in the memory of that meaningful and solemn opening day in a student's life. It was like a significant milestone in every child's life. From today onward, we would become students. We would have to leave the embrace of our parents to reach out to new horizons - the horizon of knowledge.

Until now, as I have grown older. Despite going through countless opening days of new school years, I still remember that day with the utmost appreciation.

In life, we will experience many beautiful memories. For me, the most impressive memories are those spent with friends and teachers under the primary school roof.

My school is the only primary school in the commune. On the first day stepping into the school, I was very impressed. My school is very large and beautiful, it is located right in the center of the commune. The road leading to the school is paved flat with concrete. On both sides of the road are straight rows of trees, tall and lush, their branches swaying as if waving to us as we enter the school. Passing through the school gate, I immediately saw the round drum lying next to the guard room. Perhaps because no one had awakened it yet, the guard was still sound asleep.

It feels like just yesterday I was still bewildered, yet five years of schooling have passed quickly. I have experienced many beautiful memories with teachers and friends. Every study hour was tense but very beneficial. Every break time was lively with various games, such as tag, jumping rope, and soccer… So many memories that I cannot remember them all.

But until now, I still remember most vividly a memory that occurred when I was in grade 2. That day during break time, we gathered to play soccer. While our group was playing happily, suddenly we heard a voice: 'Can I play with you guys?' It turned out to be Hạnh - a new friend who had transferred just a week before. In my impression, Hạnh was a kind and gentle friend, but quite shy. Despite transferring a week ago, Hạnh had not yet integrated into the class. So today, it was very surprising that Hạnh took the initiative to propose playing together, which made us all very surprised. No one said anything, we just smiled at each other and agreed in unison: 'Sure.' When the game started, we divided into two teams to compete against each other. I was on the same team as Hạnh. The strange thing was that although Hạnh was small in stature, she was very agile and skillful. Our team continuously won in the match, which made me very happy. And after that day's playtime, Hạnh became more sociable. As for me, I found a new friend. Hạnh and I became good friends.

Time flies, when I entered grade two, my family moved far away. I no longer got to meet my old friends. For me, the beautiful memories from grade one will remain forever in my mind.

School is like a second home for students. It's where we have many beautiful memories with teachers and friends. And the memory that I will always remember is about the first day of school.

The night before, I was fully prepared by my mother with school supplies. The next morning, I woke up at six o'clock. I brushed my teeth, washed my face, had breakfast, and put on my new uniform. Because my parents were busy with work early, my grandfather would take me to school. At exactly seven o'clock, he took me to school on our familiar bike. On the way, I felt both excited and anxious.

Today, the primary school looks beautiful. Looking from outside the street, the school gate is very large, with the school name board above it. Going deeper inside, you will see a very spacious playground, paved with flat concrete. The flower pots are arranged in straight rows. The big trees such as Ficus religiosa, Bang tree, Phoenix tree… are casting cool shadows. The school consists of three blocks built in the familiar U-shape. Each block has three floors. From the school gate straight ahead is the principal's office block, on both sides are our classrooms. The blocks are all painted yellow and have red corrugated roofs.

My grandfather led me by the hand into the classroom. Following him, I felt excited yet worried. My classroom is on the first floor, near the staircase. The homeroom teacher was standing at the classroom door to welcome us. Upon arrival, I hesitated behind my grandfather, afraid to step inside. But the teacher helped me become more confident. I still remember the image of her at that time. She wore a pink ao dai. Her hair was neatly tied. Her face was very beautiful. But what impressed me most were her bright eyes. Her smile was full of affection. Her voice was gentle, warm: “Be strong, little girl!”. All of this gave me more strength. I said goodbye to my grandfather and then stepped into the classroom. The first lesson was very fun, interesting. I was introduced about myself and made friends with many new people. The reading lesson was very lively. The teacher even came up with fun games to help us understand the lesson better. I volunteered to speak and received a score of nine. What a fun and interesting lesson it was! In the afternoon, my grandfather came to pick me up. I eagerly told him about my first day of school.

The memory of the first day of school has become a beautiful memory for me. I feel extremely happy, joyful when I remember this memory.

In life, memories are truly precious. They have become valuable luggage for us. And until now, I still remember vividly the memories of the first day of school.

It was a beautiful autumn morning. The sky was vast and deep blue. I woke up very early. After preparing my books and supplies, my mother took me to school. I remember feeling very excited at that time. Today was my first day of school. The elementary school is not far from my house. Therefore, I was already familiar with the way to school. But today, I felt something special.

About fifteen minutes later, we arrived at school. The elementary school appeared before me so spacious and beautiful. When stepping into the schoolyard, I felt a little nervous so I just followed my mother. There were many students, teachers, and parents bringing their children to school in the yard. After checking the list posted on the information board, my mother took me to class. My classroom was on the second floor, room number 18. The teacher was waiting at the classroom door to welcome us. When entering the classroom, I suddenly felt hesitant, not wanting to say goodbye to my mother. The teacher held my hand, patted my back, and took me into the classroom. I still remember the image of her - beautiful and gentle.

The first lesson was very enjoyable. The spelling lessons, numbers, and arithmetic… that we learned, I still remember until now. But perhaps what I remember most is the gentle voice of the teacher during the lesson. A day passed so quickly, having to leave the classroom made me feel quite regretful. On the way home, I told my mother about today - the first day of school.

The memory of the first day of school is truly precious to me. I will always remember it as something beautiful in my student life. The first day of school that everyone has experienced.

'Time flies, leaving behind only memories. Oh dear memories, we will forever remember the voices of our teachers. Beloved friends, we will recall the moments of anger and love. To later part and suddenly feel deep nostalgia. Remembering friends, remembering the old school days...' - These are the lyrics of the song 'Wishing for Old Memories,' reminding everyone of their school memories.

I remember vividly the first day stepping into elementary school. It was a warm autumn day, with golden sunlight. My school, (school name), has been around for twenty years.

On that morning, we arrived to enroll, met the teachers, homeroom teacher, and made friends. My mother took me to school with joy but also nervousness. The schoolyard was crowded. My mother took me to find my classroom. My classroom was in the building to the left of the school gate, on the second floor. The teacher was waiting to welcome the students into the classroom. I saw around me the small children clinging to their loved ones. Everyone's face was anxious, apprehensive. But after some words of encouragement, we bravely entered the classroom. Stepping into the classroom, I saw the blackboard, the white chalk box, and the desks neatly arranged. A strange emotion surged within me, realizing that in the upcoming school year, this classroom would become a second home to me.

The school bell rang, signaling the start of class. The school now became quiet. The teacher asked the whole class to be orderly. Then, the teacher introduced herself. We also had time to get acquainted with the members of the class. The introduction session was lively and cheerful. In my impression, the homeroom teacher of my class was extremely enthusiastic. The classmates were all friendly and sociable. When I got home, I hoped that the years of study under this school roof would pass meaningfully.

This memory is truly precious in the memory of student life. I will keep it in my mind as valuable luggage for the future journey.

The commencement day holds great significance in every student's life. I have attended many different school opening ceremonies, but I was most impressed with the opening day of the fifth-grade school year.

Time has flown by quickly, and I have been attached to the elementary school for four years. This will be my last commencement ceremony under the beloved school roof. Therefore, I made an effort to arrive at school early. At seven o'clock in the morning, I was already at school. Today, the school looks beautiful. The playground is clean. The rows of seats are neatly arranged. There is a green banner hanging on the stage. On it is written in white letters: 'OPENING CEREMONY' in the middle. Below is the name of the school 'Elementary School…'. On both sides of the stage, there are also red flags hanging. The drum lies quietly in a corner. It is decorated with a beautiful red ribbon.

The opening ceremony began promptly at seven thirty. It started with the cultural performances to welcome the commencement ceremony. Then came the parade of first-grade students. When I saw the bewildered faces of the children, I remembered my own image from before. After the flag salute ceremony, all students were asked to maintain order to listen to the principal's speech. Her deep and solemn voice made me very emotional. The principal's advice on a fruitful new school year gave me more motivation to strive.

The ceremony ended with the drum roll welcoming the new school year. It was the most solemn and resounding drum roll I have ever heard; it echoed in the solemn, tense, and excited atmosphere. So, my final year of elementary school under the beloved school roof has begun. I will cherish this precious time.

When reminiscing about the memories of commencement days, I am reminded of the passages in the work 'I Go to School' by writer Thanh Tinh that I have read: 'Every late autumn, with many leaves falling outside and silver clouds above, my heart is filled with nostalgic memories of school gatherings.' And the memories of the last commencement day under the elementary school roof have become valuable luggage in my life.

Memories always evoke various emotions in everyone. One of the memories that I will never forget is about my closest friend - Ha Anh.

I and Ha Anh have been friends since elementary school. This incident happened when we were in fifth grade. It was a Sunday, so I went to Ha Anh's house to play. I went up to Ha Anh's room first to wait for her. While I was sitting on the desk reading a book, I accidentally noticed a diary. I picked it up to have a look. It turned out to be Ha Anh's diary. I felt very curious. Taking advantage of Ha Anh's delay, I secretly opened the diary to read. Because I was so engrossed in reading, I didn't realize that Ha Anh was standing at the door.

Suddenly, Ha Anh shouted:

'Why are you reading my diary without permission?'

At that moment, I saw Ha Anh was very angry. I quickly closed the diary and looked at her apologetically:

'I... am... sorry...'

Before I could finish my sentence, Ha Anh had gone downstairs. I felt extremely regretful. I really wanted to apologize, but I was afraid that she was still angry. So, I went downstairs and left.

When I got home, I immediately called Ha Anh to apologize. But her mother said Ha Anh didn't want to answer the phone. I was extremely worried, reassuring myself that I would apologize to Ha tomorrow. The next morning, I arrived early. When I saw her, I ran to her:

'Ha Anh, I'm sorry!'

'Minh, I also apologize for yelling at you yesterday!'

'No, I was wrong for reading your diary without permission. Everyone has the right to be angry in this situation. I hope we can still be good friends.'

Ha Anh smiled at me. We shook hands to reconcile. We became even closer friends.

This is a valuable memory for me. I also learned a valuable lesson for myself in friendship.

In everyone's life, perhaps no one can forget the memories of their school days, especially the memories of the first day of school. I am no exception. Every autumn, memories of my first day of school flood my mind.

That day, I woke up very early to prepare my books thoroughly. At seven o'clock, my grandfather took me to school on his familiar bicycle. The sky today seemed higher and bluer than any other day. I admired the scenery on both sides of the road, feeling excited. The streets today seemed busier too. I saw many students in new uniforms sitting behind their fathers. The faces of the students showed a little anxiety and a little eagerness. I also saw older students riding their bikes on the road, chatting happily with their friends.

Although I had already arrived at school to receive my class and get acquainted with the teachers and friends, I still felt extremely excited. I wore a new uniform, wore the pair of shoes my mother had given me, and walked into the school with my grandfather. The teacher was waiting at the head of my class to welcome the students. I said goodbye to my grandfather and sat in my assigned seat. The opening ceremony took place solemnly with speeches from the principal, speeches from the senior students, and a speech from a first-grade student. At the end of the ceremony, the principal represented the teachers in beating the drum to mark the school's opening. Hearing that drumbeat, I felt excited and deeply moved.

After the opening ceremony, I followed my classmates into the classroom. The first lesson was a reading exercise. We listened attentively to the teacher's lesson. Then, the teacher asked the whole class to read aloud together. The class's reading voice was loud and clear. The following lessons were also very lively and interesting. I eagerly raised my hand to speak and was praised by the teacher. That made me very happy. In the evening, when I met my grandfather after a day of school, I joyfully told him about the stories in class. He praised me and rewarded me with a big ice cream stick for my effort.

Indeed, the first day of school always leaves a special mark on everyone. Until now, it is still a wonderful memory of my childhood that I will never forget.

Deep memories with teachers, friends under the roof of Elementary school that I still recall is the last opening ceremony of the first grade.

I remember that day was a late autumn day. The sky was deep blue and high. I woke up very early to prepare everything. At quarter to seven, my mother took me to school.

The opening ceremony started exactly at seven thirty. It began with performances welcoming the opening ceremony. Then came the parade of first-grade students. When I saw the bewildered faces of the students, I remembered my own image when I first stepped into the beloved Elementary school.

After the flag-raising ceremony, all students were required to settle down to listen to the principal's speech. Her warm and solemn voice made me feel deeply moved. Her advice on a new enriching school year motivated me even more. Most notably, I represented all fifth-grade students to express emotions and gratitude to the teachers. It was my first time standing in front of a crowd to speak. It was also the first time I was given such a big responsibility. It made me feel a little nervous and anxious. But with the encouragement from the head teacher, I felt more confident. In my fresh and tidy uniform, I stood on stage to deliver the speech. After my speech, all the teachers and students applauded me. At that moment, I felt proud and happy.

The ceremony ended with the drumbeat welcoming the new school year. It was the most solemn and resounding drumbeat I had ever heard. It echoed in the solemn, serious, and exciting atmosphere. So, the final year of my Elementary school under the beloved roof has begun.

The opening ceremony ended in the joy of a new school year. For a senior student like me, it was even more meaningful.

Elementary school is where I have many memories with teachers and friends. All of them have become extremely valuable assets for me in life. And the most profound memory for me is about the first day of school under the roof of Elementary school.

That morning, I woke up very early. After getting ready, my mother took me to school. On the way, I felt both excited and nervous. About fifteen minutes later, I arrived at school. Before my eyes was the beloved Elementary school.

The school had been built for quite some time, but it still looked very grand. The school gate was painted bright red. Above it was a sign that read: “Binh Minh Elementary School”. Inside the school, there were three rows of buildings. Each row had three floors, painted yellow. Inside the classrooms were plenty of desks, ceiling fans, and blackboards. Each room had one entrance and two windows. Behind the main building was the playground and the gym. To the left of the school gate was the bike shed. I felt that my school was really beautiful.

My mother parked the motorbike in the bike shed and then led me into the school. There were many students and parents on the schoolyard. I started to feel more anxious and nervous. But my mother encouraged me, making me feel more confident. My mother took me to classroom number 10. The teacher was standing at the classroom door, welcoming me with a gentle smile. I hesitated behind my mother. But she encouraged me. I walked into the classroom with the teacher. Many students had already arrived. Everyone's face looked anxious and bewildered. The teacher led me to the second row of desks. I sat next to a pretty girl.

In the first class, we got to know the teacher. Her name was Minh Thuy. She was very beautiful and gentle. Her voice was warm. But what impressed me the most was her facial expression. Her eyes always looked at us with love and affection. Next, the teacher asked each student to stand up and introduce themselves. Although we were still nervous, everyone managed to complete their introduction. I was most impressed by the girl sitting next to me. Her name was Nguyen Anh Thu. She had a special voice. I felt that she was very confident. In the next class, we learned about the alphabet. The class was lively and interesting. I learned a lot of useful knowledge. At noon, my mother picked me up and took me home. On the way home, I told my mother about the first day of school.

The memory of the first day of school is really beautiful. I will consider this as an important asset in my life, to confidently step forward on the path ahead.