I am a shoelace.
Sometimes I feel brave, stiff, and as strong as the aglet.
And sometimes I feel like I’m hidden deep in the knot.
Sometimes I feel so good that I’m free and flexible like the middle flopping around.
Sometimes I feel dirty, like the longest part of a shoelace stuck to gum on the bottom of the shoe.
Most of the time I feel clean, like I’m still in the package or on new, shiny shoes.
By Hannah, 4th grade
Photo by fungalhorde via Flickr