My Walkers
When I was a kid in school, I was a walker. Out of my K-12 career, I walked all but two years. As a child I didn't always love it. But as an adult, I look back on it with great fondness. I remember anticipating that 3:30 bell and practically flying from the school when it sounded. I would run up the gravelly hill, with my gold and blue Hilton Wildcat tote bag, catching up with friends along the way. It is such a feeling of freedom....joy...... pure bliss. I remember it vividly. I can picture the cracks in the side walk and the acorns we had smashed along the way the previous day. Frequently, I took off my shoes and walked home barefoot, much to my mother's chagrin. As with most things, the rules have changed, and the walkers at my school are not given the same freedom, or opportunity for youthful zeal at the end of a school day as I had "back in the day". For this reason, it came to be that I walk the walkers (in lieu of bus duty). I was told it would mos