Little Moments in the Classroom

As a high school teacher, seeing those kids go through similar stresses every day brings back old feelings of being young and vulnerable again. Sometimes when alone after class, holding onto memories from childhood, I slip into this regressed state for a few minutes - coloring with crayons, imagining soft toys to cuddle up with at night instead of lesson plans. It's a nice escape but also feels isolating, wondering if anyone else finds solace in pretending they're young again.