The point of everyday hero’s is that they’re everywhere, from the people who work at the pound scooping disgusting litter boxes for free, to our people who work in law enforcement, to people like me, who despite having some problems with my parents, still put those aside to give kids a fun spring break. I’m Lindsey, and I work tech for kids shoes at my local theater as volunteer work. I love to work with kids, especially late elementary to early middle school, which my dad says is a saint’s work. They’re at the age when they’ve just learned or are learning about the truth about all of the mythological creatures of childhood (think Tooth Fairy and Santa Claus) which is beautiful to watch as they grow up into young adults. Usually at my theater, the education manager and director have me work with students with special needs, like hyperactive students, mostly because I used to be that hyperactive student and was admittedly probably a handful. They like having me work with these students because I know how to handle coping mechanisms and still get ample work done. People also say I’m just a big kid at heart and I think it’s because when I was younger, I wanted to be grown up to quickly, so now I want to make sure these kids don’t grow up too fast. I got my wish, when my parents and I were locked in the house together because of the pandemic. I didn’t know how much they fought when I was at school. They would have intense arguing matches weekly. For a while, they wanted to get a divorce, and then they would mend their relationship, and then it would crumble again. This cycle goes on and on. Eventually, I got tired. I told them to do it because they would start complaining about the other as soon as they left the room. It was tiring being their therapist all the time. My mom would move from the basement, to her bedroom with my dad. It would change too much. Then something changed. I don’t know what, but they fight less now. I don’t rely on it because whenever there is quiet, it’s usually before a big fight. But when that happens, I go to my Grammys house just up the road and spend the day there. To get my mind off of it, I work with the kids. I have a job at the country club that pays me minimum wage to work their special events, over the summer, I man waterslides and fill water balloons for a water balloon fight. I would do it for free, and I do at the theater. Hearing the kids call me “Miss Lindsey” is payment enough and was enough to put me down my current road of majoring in education.