The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes." — Marcel Proust
Saturday, May 16, 2009
The First Day of School
I leaped from the car with no idea where I was going. There was a hopscotch drawn on the sidewalk. I couldn't resist the only thing familiar. I had learned my alphabet already and had printed them in the dirt on the side of the house, my numbers too. I knew I would be fine, my daddy worked down the street.
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