I cannot remember my first day at the Primary school but I do recall the bad first day at the Secondary prison School.
The morning was bad enough with the sadist masters flexing their muscles and laying down the rules.
However, I was on the school field at lunch time when the giant fourth year 'jack the lad' and his cronies surrounded me.

He said he was a cousin of mine and told the tale that many years before when I was about 5 years old he had wacked my little sister for no reason.
He went on to regale his acolytes about how I waited for him behind the outside privvie and walloped him over the bonce with my dads spade.

He even showed us all the scar still very visible on top of his head.
He told me he had waited all this time to get even but I was so puny it did not seem worth it after so long.

We became good mates after this so the day was not so awful, happily our friendship lasted until the reaper called on him a while ago.