This was way back when I was in 4th grade. I went to boarding school for a year. I didn’t understand why I had to go to boarding school back then, I knew my parents weren’t trying to punish me because I was a pretty good kid. We had applied for the day school option but the seats were all gone and they only had the boarding option left. It was too good of a chance to miss so they decided to send me to boarding school. My parents told me that the campus was located amidst of hills and the school often took its students for hiking and camping trips. That was the only reason I was OK with going to boarding school. I still remember the car ride to the campus, the roads were all dusty and swirly. As we got closer to the campus the scenery grew greener. The campus was actually located on a small hill. It extended from the base of the hill all the way to the top of the hill.
As months passed I missed home terribly. Often to cry and think about home I used to sneak out and hike down hill to this tiny greenhouse shed that was kept for nurturing annual flowers. It was located right next to a narrow stream that separated the campus from the surrounding community forest . I used to perch down on a slab of rock by the stream and listen to the slow water trickling down for as long as I could stay. As a kid I thought the stream was softly crying with me and I went there often because I felt like it was the only thing on campus that understood my tears. The mellow sound of the stream helped me calm down, it was almost like it was murmuring lullabies to make me feel comfortable.
On few occasions I heard large trucks pass through the forest, I knew there was a dusty path right through the forest but there were rarely any vehicles running on that track. The noises of vehicles however increased over time. I soon found out that the dusty road had been in process to be turned into a concrete road for a long time and it was finally happening. I was very disappointed because I could no longer just sit beside the stream and listen to the sound of the stream. I would always get interrupted by cars zooming past the road with their bright headlights on.
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