Yellow and purple crocuses grow closely together in a garden bed, surrounded by soil and small bits of mulch.
“March Blooms” by Amelia Van Driesche, 18, of Burlington

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Growing Up

Astrid Longstreth, 15, West Bolton

She used to listen to the snow and think about how beautiful the world was, how magical.

How perfect, pristine, like a flower curled in a tiny fist.

She would gaze with wonder at the sunsets and cry about the things that didn’t matter.

But eventually she would realize that in plucking the beautiful little flower that she had held in her once-tiny fist, she had killed it.

She realized the world wasn’t always perfect, wasn’t always kind to girls lost in ignorant bliss.

She saw that there were real problems worth crying about, and she would hold in her tears —

But some days she would still let them go when the problems and the things that didn’t really matter still overwhelmed her.

Because she never let go of the little girl inside her, and she would feel her breaking free as she listened to the snow falling down in the silent woods. She would briefly wonder if the world really did have some magic in it, before chastising herself for holding on to hope. She wouldn’t always notice the flowers still blooming in the spring and realize that hope does exist. But someday, she would. Someday.