Expiriences

Year one: Kindergarten smelled like fear and the small wood tables I sat at every afternoon
Like the dirt paths I treaded and the leaves that brushed my arms
like the older girl who dragged me around by the arm.

Year two: first grade gave me a new sense of esteem, I belonged here now. It was the aroma of picture books, and the feel of the smooth glass pebbles that slid through my hand, and helped me slide through math.

Year three: the scent of longing, the yearn to be acnoledged as older and wiser. My first red notebook with the thinnest lines, the writing neat and perfect as it danced across the page.

Year four: a new place, a new self esteem. pencil sharpeners and the scritch of graphite on paper.

Year five: the crinkle and smell of tinfoil, the must of erasers and wooden blocks, floating and sinking and bobbing on water.

Year six: new friends, new hopes, new dreams, a whiff of drawing paper and thin-tip markers.

Year seven: the pure taste of happiness.

Year eight: Now
Forever
It only lasted a moment.