On my parents’ porch, I feel a gust of air as I walk out the screen door. Am I hot? Am I cold? No. I am just right. But even here, there’s a twisted feeling in my gut, my long lost dog sits in ashes on the top shelf of my parents’ desk. The screen door separates me from the air conditioning and the wild weather.
I rest my arms and elbows on the eleven-year-old railing and look down at the ditch under our driveway. I used to catch tadpoles there. On this porch I hear the waves beating on each other, the waves I body surfed on all afternoon. My childhood flashes before me. Blink! All the memories of my siblings, preschool, my friends and cousins.
I look behind and see the little gray table with the tall chairs where my parents come to talk. I could sit on this porch for the rest of my life, listening to the waves. I feel at peace thinking of my first friend, my dog, my childhood, what I felt as a baby.
All the responsibilities which I have now will only increase in high school, college, and adulthood. I feel all my life again and again in a matter of seconds, though I have had ten long years on earth.
I may not be old, but I have seen more than I think is humanly possibly. On this porch I am all I’ve been, all at the same time, even in my dreams. It is nothing but a miracle.
by Ryan, 4th grade