At the Lincoln School, we’d had indoor plumbing, showers, and a roof over our heads that generally didn’t leak. We’d had grass, plenty of it, and trees. We’d been given three meals a day and a bed to sleep on. In truth, we’d known a great many comforts. But in this crowded, chaotic community, I could see in abundance two precious things that had been withheld from us at Lincoln School: happiness and freedom.
