It was too early for me to experience and see the world that way during right at 7. I remember waking up early morning, washing face eating a maize-bread in hurry, getting dressed up my my mother, and walking downhill all alone to the primary school.
After an almost two hours of morning walk I used to reach school finally with all messed-up dress and few leaches sucking my blood from the both legs. Entered the classroom, no teacher used to check if we are okay. Tear a tiny piece of paper from last page of my book, paste it on the pore that leach had has sucked your blood from -to stop bleeding so that I can focus what my teacher is saying or teaching, note it down. Interval comes, then we used to feel lil relaxed and moment to chit-chat with friends only then. Go to the toilet, pee and used to talk about what curry did you bring for lunch? Most of the time all friends used to say 'Potatoes' except mine was bamboo-shoots and pumkin's buds and leaves.
And again bell rings, started with next session. Teacher keeps lecturing we keep noting it down, need have to put much efforts or hardwork thus, until test or exams appears nearer. Another lil longer happy hour is in the lunch-break. Rightafter we finish eating our packlunch, most of my friends were too naughty and stupid enough but I can't ignore them by nature, we ran to steal Lychees and jackfruits from nearby dwellers garden. And no one used to know about it, keep it secret until the final bell rings for the school disperse -end of the day. Pick our bag, run to the spot where we have hidden our fruits, put in the bag if not inside our largest pocket in the world 'gho.' Eating and enjoying it alone and sometime sharing with those close ones only. The happiest hours would be when school ends for the day.