Adults complain and say kids should occupy more space in the world. Then when they do, the world tells them to quiet down On the Maine island where I live, childhood ends when you’re old enough to catch the 7.15am ferry to school. We live year-round on Peaks Island, a small island accessible only by boat about 3 miles off the coast of Portland. There is an elementary school here, but no middle or high school. So, once island children reach sixth grade, they begin commuting to the mainland by ferry. In many ways, it is a rite of passage. Continue reading...