Herb Harris

  When you turn the corner And you run into yourself Then you know that you have turned All the corners that are left Langston Hughes     The more I stared at the drawing, the more alien and unrecognizable it became. I had labored over every line, but it was not the person I

Kindergarten classroom was covered with pictures and decorations that were much brighter than those of my nursery school. Big windows let in the sunlight. I remember pictures of owls, bunnies, and butterflies everywhere. There was a rainbow painted across one of the walls along with a sun that had a smiling face. It was a