The Golden Summer of Eighth Grade

The summer of eighth grade felt like it would last forever, frozen in a

sunbeam. Inside that dusty classroom, amidst the scratched wood and whispers,

I finally found my courage. A simple gesture, a breath of air,

sent across the room like a secret love note. She looked away, but her shy

smile was the only thing I saw in the light. It was a

moment of pure magic, etched forever into the film of my golden memory.