A Map of My Old Street
After the move, Soren could not stop thinking about the street where he used to live. There was a bakery on the corner that gave away broken cookies. There was a stone wall where he and his friends rode their scooters. There was a tree with a branch that bent so low that it made a bench.
At his new school, nobody knew about any of it. When Soren tried to explain, his words came out flat. "It was just a good street," he said, and he could see it did not mean anything to the other kids.
So one evening he got out a big sheet of paper and drew everything. He labeled the bakery, the wall, the bench tree, and even the crack in the sidewalk shaped like a lightning bolt. He drew tiny scooters, and little stars where the best things had happened.
The next day, he taped the map to the wall near his desk. Karim, who sat behind him, leaned over. "Is that real?"
"Every bit of it," said Soren.
"Where does the lightning crack go?"
Soon, three kids had gathered around, asking about the stars. Soren told one story after another, and the old street seemed to come back, a little at a time.
That afternoon, Karim asked if Soren wanted to draw a map of the new neighborhood together.