I have been at college for 23 days now, and I am beginning to feel like I really am at home here. It is more work than I could have ever imagined, but at the same time I love it. I am learning about topics that interest me and preparing to become what I have always wanted to be: a teacher. But there is still that part of me that is so scared to grow up and face the "real world"--the part of me that wishes that I could go back to the days when I was just a little girl, playing in the yard, enjoying the cool breeze of the "peppermint wind".
Where the Sidewalk Endsby Shel Silverstein
There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.