Middle schooler.

I remember my first day of middle school, actually, I went to a jr. High (South Davis Spartans)... Anyway.... I remember feeling like I was so alone as I stood shoulder to shoulder among the other sevvies walking on the green side of the school. I adjusted pretty quickly but all those nerves felt tangible and raw as I watched this little boy leave his childhood in the minivan and walk towards a cesspool of uncertainty. When he got home he brushed off details but did it with a smile and a bit of an awkward Spanish accent.
I am scared to death for this next phase of his life but know he is strong enough to handle anything that is thrown his way.