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Eight Times

June 28, 2016
By mzinger BRONZE, Larchmont, New York
mzinger BRONZE, Larchmont, New York
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The first time I remember holding my mother’s hand as she told me to let go, to not be fearful.
The second time I remember story telling on the reading carpet and snack sharing days.
The third time I remember trustworthy friends and playing tag on the baseball field.
The fourth time I remember choosing and discovering the truth.
The fifth time I remember making new friends: with new hopes and new promises.
The sixth time I remember people leaving, a new school, and unfamiliar places with unfamiliar names.
The seventh time I remember walking by myself, the scent of independence and freedom at the edge of my feet, butterflies growing in the pit of my stomach.
The eighth time I remember graduation and the impending doom of high school in the back of my brain.
                 8 grades. 8 years. I survived.


The author's comments:

This piece is a tribute to the eight grades I have gone to. I wrote this poem because I just graduated from middle school. I wanted to describe the changes I feel upon entering each grade. I hope people will realize that life is full of mistakes and learning lessons. School is just a little part of our lives but it can shape the way we deal with situations. I was inspired by my friends, who've always encouraged me, to write this piece. 


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