My niece turned seven on Friday. I remember so much from being seven. The watch I got for my seventh birthday, the smell and the feel of the desk at school, how I was nervous when I didn't want to eat the orange bits in the salad one school lunch and stuffed them in my pocket, my best friend on the same street, watching telly with her and singing along, her mom's cinnamon rolls, forests on the way to school. I've realized later what a tremendous impact that year I went to school and those people that became my friends then (and along the years) had on me and my life. It's intriguing.