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My first teacher



I had great teachers or mentors throughout my life. I am so blessed with good people around me to teach me a lot of good things. I wanted to write a teachers day article covering all the people help me to shape up my life.
Definitely my mother is my first teacher. One memory I have on initial stages of life is her tips on how to write 8. It was my kinder garden days. My teacher started teaching writing numerical. I had real trouble to write 8 with my little finger. I did face major issue to rotate pencil. I did tell my mother about this. She tried to teach me, she have tried holding my hand and make me write. I dont remember exactly well what all she did.
Finally, after she fails everything, she gave a short cut to write 8 without much rotation to my little finger. She knew that I was good at rotate my finger to write 0. She asked me to draw small zeros one above other, touching each other.    Success!! little me produced numerical 8., my own for the first time. . 
That was a lesson she gave me – you can do anything. if it is not working in its standard way, there is always a different way!! I love you my first teacher J

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