Go Back Home Alone
There was an unforgettable experience in my childhood Before I was seven years old, my mother picked me up from the school every day. But when I was seven, one day, my mother told me that she wouldn't do this any longer. I was afraid of going back home alone, so I tried to talk into her. Although I told her my fear, she still insisted on her idea. She thought it was good for me to learn to be independent. The next day after school, I took a bus to go back home. I forgot to see the bus route when I got on. Therefore when the bus was more and more far away from my home, I felt very terrified. Finally, I got to the last stop, and then took the same bus back home After that, I learned to go back home alone. And this experience made me know more about independence.