It was first grade and I attended an after school program called Kids Bridge every day until five o'clock. I waited anxiously for my mother to arrive and take me home, where I really wanted to be. My entire day was set on hearing my teacher say "La'Asia, it's time to go. Get your things." I remember it being a sunny crisp fall day. I recall it being fall the leaves were starting to fall and turning a crimson-orange color. But the bees continued to buzz around. It was the time of season when in the morning, a sweater or jacket was needed but in the afternoon, it was hot. That morning my mother dressed me in a navy blue denim capri outfit. After regualr school hours ended, I walked to the cafeteria where after school would begin. Prior to going