The picture actually makes me think of work. I work in a daycare so seeing these kids reminds me of the kids at work. I think about them during our Halloween day parade and how they interacted. Most of them were jealous of each others costumes. A few kids hated the fact that they were wearing a costume. And the younger ones were scared of the whole holiday. They all stood in a line dressed in their costumes and marched around the daycare singing songs about pumpkins and witches. It was interesting to hear they interact over their costumes.

The first thing that comes to mind when i see this picture is the carnival. It brings back the faint smell of fried dough and cotton candy. Pushing my way through crowds to get to the ticket booth before they sold out. Standing anxiously in line to go on spinning teacups or the roundup. A ride that lasted only a few short minutes, and the whirling of the carnival lights and sounds seems so faint for those few minutes. When its over it feels like a dream and you cant seem to get it back.

I close my eyes and can still hear the sound and smell the smell of the ocean. We sat on the beach at 2 a.m with the gigantic moon looming over the ocean. The reflection of the moon on the water was breathtaking. The waves crashed lightly on the sand the noise so peaceful. We didnt speak a word careful as to not break the serenity that surrounded us. I stared out onto the dark vast ocean that seemed to go on forever. It was like a dream. But it was very real. I was enjoying my graduation present. A weekend on cape cod at an exclusive resort with my boyfriend. A dream come true.

Theres only one thing that my heart belongs to. My boyfriend is the love of my life. We’ve been together for 3 1/2 years and we live together now. He could not make me any happier than he has. Every time I see him my heart beats faster because i fall more and more in love with him. I hope that for the rest of my life his heart belongs to me and my heart will continue to belong to him. He is so special to me and everything he does brings a smile to my face. I love him with my whole heart.

Failure is something I have become accustomed to. Not because I dont try or want to succeed I guess I just dont have what it takes. A successfully person cannot be lazy and cannot procrastinate. However both those things sum up who I am. Even as a child I never seemed to be real good at anything. From the age of 2 I was involved in Gymnastics, dance school, baseball, and swim lessons. I usually sulked when i didnt receive my way and I sat and watched my teammates succeed. I great to be quite jealous of their success but no matter what my attempts always failed.

My colored pencils were always my favorite. All 8 of them sat in the crayola box lined up neatly in a row. I sharpened them to their sharpest points careful not to break them. They were way better than waxy crayons and way cleaner than markers. When i went to school my colored pencils were tucked neatly in my purple pencil box. I always put my pencil box in the front pocket of my backpack. Every few minutes i would check to see if the zipper was holding my beloved pencils in place. There was never a time I was without those 8 beautifully sharpened colored pencils.

I sighed frustrated as the harder i pressed my brush against the paper the worse the picture looked. The paint fell off into hard clumps making an ugly looking smear on my paper. I peered into the red plastic cup as i stirred my red and blue paint brush in the mucky water. Frustrated but still confident I gently swiped my brush through the purple circle. The purple only lasted a second as the water dripped off my paper and slid onto the table making a small purple puddle. I glared at my half done painting and frowned. My grandmother walked in and took my painting. She carefully studied it for a few minutes. This is the most beautiful painting i have ever seen! she declared and she proudly hung my painting on the fridge.

I sat slumped in my chair my notebook opened to a blank page with the exception of some scribbles. I tried to pay attention. The history of the keyboard really did not interest me in the least. I kept looking at the clock but the minutes crept by so slowly. One hour felt like eternity as my music teacher rambled on and on about musical notation an area i did not care to learn about. I glanced around the room at my classmates a few students sat up intently listening hanging on the teachers every word. Others sat slumped like me and a few just slept through the painful droning of my teachers voice. I never though that class would end.

It was the best birthday any 4 year old little girl could ask for. I stood and watched the colorful horses fly by in circles over and over making me dizzy. My face was painted a heart on one cheek a rainbow on the other. My mother helped me up onto the biggest prettiest horse there was. All white with colorful ribbons weaving through its tail and mane. I felt tall sitting way atop that horse. Almost as if the horse came to life as it galloped around the track. I waved to my smiling family each time I zoomed past them. I soon realized it was only a ride and the music stopped bringing my fantasy to an end.

I bought a new cell phone. I carefully chose the one I wanted. It looked so perfect online. The description was just what I was looking for. Everything was great with my new phone until recently. My phone slides up and slides down. Its really nice and easy to use. The other day I slid it open like i always do and the screen started doing weird things. Flashing different colors and then going to white. It did this for several minutes. It is very frustrating for a brand new phone to break. Now I need a new one.