For decades, I had a first day of school. Elementary, middle, high school, university, and then teaching high school; late August meant a ‘close’ of camp, early September meant the ‘unofficial end’ to beach season, and then it was back to school. That new outfit, that new backpack, and the jitters of what’s to come all became rolled into one - a first day of school. Amidst all of the crazy and looking forward to the unknown, there was a new beginning. Does everyone have this? How does this ‘beginning’ foster itself for those who don’t have that ‘back to school’ scenario?