My favorite part of the year begins. The days when I remember so clearly how it felt to be in third grade. Regretting the end of the long and carefree days, of sleeping in and having no plans, but also anxiously waiting for what the new school year has in store for me. Missing the feeling of being so safe at my desk, in my classroom, with all my friends, and looking forward to be there again. It’s just for a few days, at the beginning of September, when this mirror into the past opens for me and there I am, thirty years ago, waiting for the new school year to start.