The Inside Cover

We opened a box that hadn't been opened for a long time, and inside was a children's picture book that one of my favorite classes from my days of being an English teacher had given Sarah for a baby gift when she was born.  They all signed the front cover.

I know that you probably aren't supposed to have favorite classes as a teacher, just like parents aren't supposed to have favorite children (and I honestly don't think I do have a favorite child) but there were a couple of my English classes that just couldn't help but to me my favorites, and this was one of them.  

It was fun to look at their signatures.  While I probably could only name a few of those students if I just thought back to that class, looking at each of those signatures conjured up vivid images of EACH one of them, their handwriting, their writers notebooks, and their vivid personalities.  I'm curious where they all ended up?  I'm thankful for all the little influences on me that each one of them had.