On the first day of my life, my first thought might have been wow, this is all so new.

On my very first day of school, I was scared. It was all so new.
My last, first day of school felt bittersweet. Everything I knew would soon change.

My first birthday the whole world was just now opening up for me. Yet, I wasn’t worried. I had time to think of what I wanted from the world. On my last birthday as a child, the world was at my feet and I didn’t know what I wanted to do with it yet.

The first mode of transportation I had was a bike. I felt it could take me anywhere.
Now I have a car, I can go anywhere, but my heart will always long for home.

My first fancy dress was for a middle school dance, I looked very out of place. Too dressed up for my laid-back peers. My latest fancy dress is for prom, a memory I will always remember as my last high school hoorah. This time my dress won’t look quite so out of place.

My first graduation couldn’t come fast enough, I was ready to be a middle schooler.
My last graduation now looms upon me, the deadline of my childhood is creeping closer and closer.

On my very first day of school, my new connections were held strong by the looming 12 years of school before us. As the last day of school approaches, the constraints of years together loosen from us all, and the bonds we made change: some for the worse and others for the best.

As the last few months of my childhood flew by, my thoughts came full circle and started from the beginning. Wow, this is all so new.