As I stepped off the train and into the Back Bay Train Station in Boston, Massachusetts, my memory flashed back to when I was younger. I took in my surroundings with awe and excitement. It had been five and a half years since my family and I moved from Boston and this was our first time back. We walked out into the busy Boston traffic and started our journey from the train station to my grandparents’ apartment several blocks away. We past the Copley Plaza and Prudential Center as our suitcases clacked along the busy, bumpy sidewalks. The weather wasn’t too bad for March, but I still reached in my purse to pull out my gloves. It felt so good to be back to the place I grew up.
After much rest and some unpacking, we walked down to the Prudential Mall and Copley Plaza reminiscing on the many, many times we traveled the same path and all the fun times we had when still living in the area. I was trilled to be back and see all of the places I haven’t seen in years. It didn’t even include the excitement I had yet to come when I went to visit my elementary school and share with them my latest accomplishment; my first juvenile fiction book. As a seventeen year old junior in high school, I have published a juvenile fiction book for grades second through fifth by the name of Miss Kathy Sailon. I was fifteen when I was asked by a publishing company if they could publish my manuscript and the book was released August 11, 2009. The main reason my family and I were back in Boston was to visit my elementary school and talk to the children about reading and writing as well as share the publication process with them. I was really excited to be able to share with them the importance of reading and writing and how there is no age limit on reaching your dreams. I had previously gone to elementary schools in my local area, so I was already used to the process.
Monday morning I woke up early to get ready for my first trip the elementary school. The school was about thirty minutes away so we made sure we were out the house and on the road at least fifty minutes ahead of our scheduled time. It was rainy and cloudy out and the morning traffic was (heavy). The windshield wipers zipped back and forth swiftly as the pellets of rain danced across the glass. The van moved forward on the highway along with the heavy traffic and the tops of the John Handcock and the Prudential were crowded with fog and clouds.
As we pulled up to the school I was filled with joy. We parked and walked through the doors of the school and straight to the library to set up. Some of my elementary teachers still worked there and I got to see them again as well. The students were just as eager to see me and hear from me as I was to talk to them.
After talking to the students I felt energized and enthusiastic. It touched my heart to know that by sharing my talents and dreams I am encouraging others to do the same. I felt that the trip was more than worthwhile and the sessions with the students went well. The only thing I that could have been different was for it to be longer and for me to be able to touch the hearts of more children.
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