Another day… As a stop sign, I cannot sleep. If I do, the cars that need me could crash! I would feel terrible if I had caused that. However, the sun is rising, and I am now starting to watch parents go to work, with school buses packed with joyful yet tired children. The shops open. The town is awake.

  During the day, I watch many things pass. Cars, trucks, buses, and animals, from birds to insects. As the sun begins to beat down on my metal form, I smile on the inside. I enjoy keeping this little corner of my town safe. If I didn’t, I’m unsure of who would.

  As the day progresses, I keep seeing my favorite car. A little white Kia Soul. I adore this car because I have watched this family grow for years. From the mother taking her children to school and then work. Now her children are adults and teenagers, so she has grandchildren. I watch at least three times weekly this white kia soul drive past with two young kiddos singing Baby shark. It warms my heart every day. That little car is why I love my days as a stop sign. Now, as I am speaking to you, I watch the little white car pass with both her children and grandchildren in it, seemingly singing songs with smiles on everyone’s face.

  As the evening begins to come over me, a bird comes to sit with me. The birds always like to come and tell me of their adventures that day. So we sit and watch. Blue cars, red cars, big cars, little cars. All different but all the same. How? They give the people in my town a reliable way to travel. As night comes over me, my bird friend leaves to go and rest. I start watching the night shift employees and DoorDashers. I watch teenagers go on joy rides blasting music. The normal activities I see in my days as a stop sign.