Beyond the protection of the playdough worn kitchen,
and Mom humming lullabies in the dark room,
there is another universe.
A frightening world
of strange smelling green leather seats,
and tennis-shoed Big Kids who can spell
A world enclosed by cardboard block towers,
and circles of carpet remnants
spread out for Story Time.
A world where letters are people,
and graham crackers are hoarded
in linty pockets.
A world of a single-file lines,
and "Indian-style" sitting circles.
A world where your blankie is not welcome
and Mr. Teddy must wait until Show and Tell.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.