Meet Kai’s Backpack

My backpack is old and worn. It’s once black shine now dark with use. There are strings sticking out—zippers broken. But, I will not get rid of my old backpack. I’ve had it since I was in the 7th grade, and I have used it every year since. 

This backpack has gone to many different states and schools, traveled with me to meet friends and experience loss. My backpack is constantly full, with notebooks and paper and all things school. My bag bursts at the seam, holding together everything I carry with me in a day. This backpack holds not only school supplies, but also my life, my journey, everywhere I’ve ever gone. It holds memories that I don’t even remember anymore. My backpack is old and worn, but it carries more than I can tell you, and that’s why it’s my favorite bag.