By Julia
It began in 1st grade when I first saw the tree.
The first grade and I called him “Doc.” He was just a sapling at the time, but
I instantly fell in love with him. Every
day, I would watch the tree sprout into memories (like when a tree sprouts
branches). Now that I’m older I still look at the tree and it gives me hope.
He was there to remind us of our
teachers father, or as she called him “Doc.”
Ever since I
was young, that tree always reminded me of school and how much I actually liked
school. Every day I think of the tree realizing how much it reminded me of my
past and somehow my future. What I mean is that while I grew up, I gained many
friends, like a tree grows branches. Also, how I would lose friends, like a
tree loses leaves. When I grew I would get stronger as the tree would, but
somehow I would always feel weak. “Doc” was not just a tree he was a tree with
purpose.
The people
at St. Martins, Isabelle, Pauline, Tyler, Andrew and Wayland (maybe Mr. Chafe)
are like a second family to me. Loving and caring, yet sometimes can get on my
nerves. But hey, isn’t that what family is for? “Doc” always reminds me of that
family and how over the years, our bond grew stronger.
As long as
“Doc” stands, I will remember St. Martins, and how a little tree helped me feel
confident, strong and joyful.
Great job sis.
ReplyDeleteThis is an amazing story. ;(!!
ReplyDeleteMr.chafe you need to publish this in field notes.!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I still look at Doc. Now ill have a new meaning for it.
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