Eighth-grade graduation. Soaring ahead. Sporting a white dress and very new mascara, I stood in the cafeteria that would seat me nearly every day for the next four years feeling out of place and slightly nervous. Struggling to find my place in line with my fellow “K’s,” a stranger’s advice drifted my way: “These four years will fly by, enjoy them while they last.” Now, standing before my final year of high school, these words rush back to me with a new clarity and significance. Where did the time go?
I moved to Wilton just before kindergarten with my family of five, two slobbery dogs and two elusive cats. I made my first friends playing Wiffle ball in the front yard and by having a pantry always stocked with Rice Krispie treats. Since then I have been through the four schools, tried 10 different local sports and activities (two of which stuck) and taught by over 50 teachers.