So. My old elementary school is going to be demolished and the kids are all moving to this new location. But let me tell you, the old location is AWESOME. Imagine waking from a dreamy sleep, getting ready for school, the driving down the windey canyon road while you try to spot the horses and cows grazing on the hills. Emerge into a small opening and take a turn up the hill onto Lilac Lane (what a name right?), then jump out of the car with the backpack over one shoulder as you race the bell to class. This quaint school gives the only pocket of small town feel left in Orange County. Today I went back and visited my teachers and took pictures at the school. They all marveled at how much we'd grown (It's been like 8 years. . . do they really expect me to still look like a 6th grader?). But wow, what a beautiful school. This elementary school is the foundation for so much of my life; it's here that I heard my first Harry Potter book, perfected my 2'n'boot skills, and learned what being kind to everyone means. I can walk through that school and recall experiences that I still draw from today. Whatever. It's always going to be a dream from my past, never tainted by overcrowding, portable classrooms over my dodgeball court, or the alarmingly smaller size I witnessed today. Bless my miniature self that saw a bigger world.
Forgive the wind blown hair. It was like a tornado out there. Now my hair smells like wind. CAN YOU IMAGINE GOING TO SCHOOL HERE? It's literally something from a dream.
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