The group of kids rushing into the subway car at the Union Street station was like a herd of thirsty antelope stampeding to the first watering hole they had spotted in ages. Most of the adults on the previously silent subway car that morning groaned or rolled their eyes at the children’s antics. A simple field trip was certainly no reason to behave in such an uncouth manner, particularly so early in the morning! But the woman with the warm brown eyes smiled and was filled with joy because she imagined that she was still one of them; that now she was truly among her own kind. Seeing these children - with entire lives of limitless possibilities lying ahead of them – gave her hope that her now mundane life could still retain some of its original spontaneity and excitement.