By Kiki Midori
We used to build forts with couch cushions and folding chairs, pretending we were space pirates fighting cyborg aliens, like the ones on TV. Mom would give us bath towels for capes, and cardboard rolls left over from gift-wrap made perfect swords.
When it got hot we spent all our time outside trying to catch butterflies and poking ant mounds with sticks. I remember the smell of gooey grilled cheese, and the glow of my nightlight.
It’s hard not to cry thinking of all the things you’ll miss as your mom pushes you onto the big-boy bus for the first time.
Love this. We always cry sending our kids to school…..this makes you stop and think about how they feel. Great story.
Nice visual and great job taking the reader back to that moment of childhood or into parenthood.