On May 24, 1882
Mrs. Kayes class facilitated a field trip
with the fourth grade: brilliance.

On May 24, 1898
bracing: kids rushed off the mustard colored vehicle.
Without thought, I went to the familiar first floor.

On May 24, 1914
I peered around the white corner and pushed open the clear doors.
Entering the placid, humid room: burned.

On May 24, 1930
bothered: trying to see all of the butterflies like it was the first time .
I wasn’t swamped.

On May 24, 1946
Sitting on a sandy solid rock, I waited for them to come, but
there was only one: beautiful.

On May 24, 1962
breathtaking: the fascinating feel of the first touch to my right shoulder,
the only thing that mattered.

On May 24, 1978
The pretty and purple polka dotted creature flapped away into a swamp of them all.
Looking just like the rest: brave

On May 24, 1994
bang: It was time to go and as I was walking out something swooped into the doorway.
No one said anything, so I didn’t worry.

On May 24, 2010
Then I was back on the bus, but I wasn’t alone.
I was with the purple polka dotted, butterfly.