Kate Nootz, Neberaksa Wesleyan University. Monday, December 10, 2007. When I was three my parents got divorced. My Uncle Lloyd had a pencil thin mustache. He had patchy red facial hair. Scenes From an Italian Restaurant. For Christmas one year my mom bought herself a monstrous grand piano. Over the keys, but finally she mastered the song. I will meet her anytime she wants in our great room to watch her play that song. I Wish You Were Here.

Caitlin Bennett, Nebraska Wesleyan University. Sunday, December 9, 2007. It might have been a toy that brought us together that summer. All though we hardly see each other, the early memories from childhood will never fade. I would consider my whole life up until this point as colorful. My life is like the box of Crayola.

Friday, December 7, 2007. For ten years of my childhood I was a dancer. For Susan Carroll Dance Studio, starting at the age of 3, I would go to practice in the traditional pink tights and tutu every Wednesday night and learn different routines. We would dance to a classical ballet song where I would practice my pirouettes. 8221; My class was called and it was show time. Where is the love? My teacher stepped in fron.

Wednesday, December 5, 2007. Dancing with me, even though my feet were no where near the ground. There is a tightly wound string that wraps around the hardcover of the book. I have a mixed tape. It has just one song on it. The first beats of this song are slow and steady. Some people may wonder why. On my face, .

Whitney Villines, Nebraska Wesleyan University. Sunday, December 16, 2007. We would make a circle and sing this song everytime we got together. When I hear this I go back to grandma and grandpa Villines house. Sunday, October 7, 2007. Observation Essay Westfield Gateway Mall.