Thirty Years of Moments
I woke up to the early morning sunrise as it slowly grew across the floor in my bedroom. Usually, I would have slept in or watched cartoons, because that’s what Saturday mornings are for. But this morning, I had the urge to go for a walk. After quickly getting dressed, I quietly left the house to not wake up the rest of my family and started my stroll. The chilly, autumn air filled my lungs and cooled my warm body as the golden leaves slowly fell. This walk would take me down our long driveway and onto the main road, passing by the large sand pile, the baseball field and, finally, my elementary school. From the parking lot, my once white house was then glowing in the sun’s golden light, shining my way for the 5-10min walk back. I told myself that I would remember this moment forever.
That was a third of my life ago; a 10-year-old version of myself in up-state Vermont.