More than a Yellow Backpack
Chapter 1:
Monday I got a new yellow backpack. All at once going to class became exciting because I got to line my pencils in the pockets and slip my computer into the built-in case. Though I’m sure no one noticed my new toy, I felt the newness close to my back all afternoon and I couldn’t help but skip a little.
This backpack, I immediately learned, is a few inches wider than my other. I knocked it on every doorframe that first day, and people acted as if I should be embarrassed. I didn’t mind though, because I had a new yellow backpack. It’s probably the first one since kindergarten. A spark was lit for the mundane as the child within me