Dropping my daughter off at school this morning got me wondering and thinking about what it was like when I went to elementary school. While the total distance from our house to her school is much shorter than from my house as a kid to my school, it's a bit of a different world and I would never think of letting her walk by herself, at least until she's about 21. She has always been one to adapt quickly and not a day goes by that I drop her off and she sees another student she knows, instantly starts up a conversation, and walks away without the thought of saying good-bye to me. I remember when I would walk to school, sometimes with my older sis, a classmate in my neighborhood, or by myself, and I'd stop by one of the stores along the way to feed my fix for Sixlets, Now-n-Laters, Moon Pies, or the like. I can drive by the neighborhood these days, when I'm near, and recount the stories of houses that caught fire or where the haunted ones were. I vaguely remember going in early sometimes to catch a breakfast meal and then going on to class. Third grade was the last year I went to that particular school and when the next school year began, my new school was miles away and required car transportation to get there. But the memories of walking to and from school would stick with me for a long time.
My daughter's school is great, and I love that she has begun making the memories that she will remember like I have. I wanted to include this picture, because as I have learned about the "lines" a picture requires, it shows her school name and a bit of a friendly welcoming to those coming there for the first time. Hearing her talk to her friends in the morning as she makes her way down the sidewalk from the car reminds me of those childhood friends, walking to school with our dreams filling our young minds, shaping the way we would carry ourselves all those years later.
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