Kindergarten was a year of exploration. I remember the touch of cold steel on my hands.

 First grade was a year of compassion. I nostalgize over the looks of love from my teachers.

 Second grade was a year of hate. I still feel the hurtful words from my 

Bullies.

 Third grade was a year of confusion. I pull from my memory the news of covid-19 and having to go home for 

“three weeks.”

 Fourth grade was a year of great learning and great mistakes. I recall the things I found out.

 Fifth grade is a year to be determined. I can’t recall much from my memory. 

yet!