Dear Ms Wright, 

The last time I saw you was about 6 years ago and the time before that visit it had been 8 years. I wish you could see me now, I think you’d be so proud. The last time I saw you, you gave me a children’s book that was titled, “I knew you could”. You wrote a message on the inside of the cover, ‘to Isabella, the best to you. Always reach for the stars!’ You closed it off with love, it was short but straight to the point. I remembered this message up until the very second that I wrote this letter. I always think to myself what about me? What did I do that had such an impact on your life? I was just another kid in one of the many classes you taught. If anything I learned from you, I held your hand through transitional periods of my growing mind. Teaching me the story of Goldilocks, to be humble and appreciative of what you have. The simplicity of creating clay ornaments for your Christmas tree, or paper mache flower vases for Mother’s Day. It taught us that it’s about the love and the thought you have, not the materialistic mindset that comes with consumerism. You taught little boys and girls how to reach for the stars. You let our little minds wander the dangerous world, you taught us right from wrong, good from bad. Even though you taught toddlers, you were teaching the future generation of this world. It’s because of you that I am full of ambition, love, and strength. You molded fierce soldiers who painted their blank canvases with a future of change.