My first day of school was here, my first friends, and my first teacher. I sat on these steps with a ball of wool and knitting needles one day and pretended I could knit. I learned the magic of sewing and listening to classic stories on rainy days. Although it was in my home that I first learned about reading, writing and mathematics, it was in these halls that I learned to love them. I learned about the loveliness of nature, the joy of friendship, and the heartache of leaving them behind when I moved. I miss those days!