The first place you separate yourself form your parents, the first place you learn and grow, and the first place you start to create your own person. Heritage Elementary was never just a school for me; it was the start of an emotional and spiritual environment that formed who I am today. It was not until after my elementary years that I appreciated the school in a sanctuary manner. I would visit to escape and release all concerns, to meditate into confirmation. I would go for any reason, but I would go often. I had a draw to my elementary school’s pavilion that formed an unspeakable bond. No matter who I was and how I changed, it changed with me. The scraps of the pavilion, the black top being covered, the nests being created and deserted, all influenced and adapted my life. As I decayed, the wood slowly decomposed to match my state of being. When I was happy I noticed the light, the flowers, the stars, the beauty that surrounded our life. I would sit for hours, not always alone and not always to think, but I always feeling at home.
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