Lost Acorn

I skipped along the side of the school hearing everyone play. The sound of the rope hit the ground as my friends jumped up saying “Cinderella went upstairs to kiss a fella, by mistake she kissed a snake, how many doctors did it take… one…” I walked toward a large oak tree that stood tall and shaded half of the school building. I sat at the foot of the tree and began to pick up the acorns that had fallen on the ground. I put them into a small empty tissue box my teacher had given me. I put it on my lap and held onto it the whole ride home. I set the box on the edge of our porch and turned to run into the house, not noticing that the box had fallen off the porch.

A year later I was outside helping my mom with her garden. She walked by the porch and saw something sticking up from out of the ground, she leaned down thinking it was a weed. I came over to where she was and kneeled down beside her. An acorn I had picked up at school had begun to grow. Each year after that I measured how much the tree had grown.

Fourteen years later the tree has become a part of our porch and continues to grow. I stood by the tree as my last senior picture was taken and thought to myself “I was just like that acorn, and now I’m becoming that tree.”