To Kill a Mockingbird

Scout eagerly awaits her first day of school. She is excited about the prospect of finally starting school and becoming a part of the schoolyard, its games, and her classroom.

Hours of wintertime had found me in the treehouse, looking over at the schoolyard, spying on multitudes of children through a two-power telescope Jem had given me, learning their games, following Jem’s red jacket through wriggling circles of blind man’s buff, secretly sharing their misfortunes and minor victories. I longed to join them.