It was the first week of fifth grade- the sun was shining down, bringing with it the last remnants of that summer’s blistering heat. The playground gleamed in the distance, now abandoned for lessons and learning. A fat black crow was perched on the tetherball pole, regarding us with no small amount of greed, its beady eyes scanning our small forms for any food or sparkling trinkets. It was the first week of fifth grade, and I was standing single file with my classmates- many strange, a few strangers- facing the sprawling Orchard at the edge of the school grounds.