When I walk down my sidewalk I see all of the hard times that I’ve had and all of times I have made them good. I think of how my sidewalk has been going by so fast that I don’t take the time to enjoy it and soon it will end.
I see my friends when I need them the most and then they’re gone. I think of how the leaves change and I know I’ll stay the same. Even when I have done bad I still feel my shame. But my sidewalk is who I am. At the end of my sidewalk, I see my family there to urge me on.