What made me not so ambitious?

The kindergarten(point of view of the heroine)

It was a bright June day of 97' where sun was sparkling glitters on a school that was ready with warmth to welcome its new kindergarten kids for that year. I remember going to my first day school with so much carrying expectations on an auto rickshaw with my mother. That might sound strange. Yeah, I was simply not able to contain my joy for school. That was also the same school my parents, uncles, cousins went to. Now, you know the reason for a four year old's joy for a school. We were sharing the auto rickshaw with another mother and son who were also my relatives. Soon after getting down of the rickshaw, I wasn't able to wait to see my class room. My mother gave me her index finger and I had to hold that to follow her. That's how, she secures me. We went straight to the central foyer in the school where we had to collect our temporary identity cards with the name of the class section and the place of the child coming from. The card was handmade on a pink chart paper. I proudly wore it and waved bye to my mom to my way to the class. I had a prep school a year behead. Now, you understand the ease with which I had handled the first day school. I saw kids crying for leaving their parents. We were in this class room where the door was locked and was filled with running toys to keep the weeping kids consoled. I was not crying. I was enjoying school.
The kindergarten (point of view of the hero)
I was this naive boy who neither had joy nor dismal for school. So first day wasn't any such drama. I went school with my father on a bus. My mom wasn't there for my first day to school for she was busy making ends meet for us working in another school. I only remember the pink colour identity card which we had to collect in front of the school library. Having gotten, I was ready to bid bye to my dad. I remember nothing better than that for my first day(Here you will notice the lag in my memory to that of the heroine's).