Set - Up : During Unferth 's response to the visiting warrior Beowulf , his childhood is brought up . In this situation , his integrity and loyalty is attacked . Beowulf - besides suggesting that Unferth 's tongue might be a bit thick with alcohol - boldly responds to this attack with a clear re - telling of a vital series of events from his childhood . Reply This happened when i was about 5 - 6 years old . I was getting back home from school and as i was getting out of the car i left the tip of my finger on the edge of the door and slammed the door shut . I know for a fact that i was crying nonstop and that there was blood all over the floor . I nearly lost my finger and i remember it dangling from a piece of skin still attached to my finger . The next thing i remember is going to the hospital where the doctors injected me with some anesthsia . i am unsure of what happened after that i just know that my finger tip was always " different " from my other one . When I was younger , around five years old , I was completely and totally obsessed and infatuated with Hercules . I was Hercules for at least two Halloweens in a row , and I have to admit , I had a pretty awesome costume . Naturally , I would wear this costume around the house and pretend that I was Hercules all the time . When dressed in my Hercules outfit , I remember feeling like I really was Hercules and that I could do everything he could do . One Saturday morning , I woke up , and it felt like the right kind of day to become Hercules , so I outfitted myself in the costume , cape and all , and strolled through the house , looking for any situation in which a ' hero ' was needed . With no monsters in sight inside the house , I sauntered outside and took stock of my surroundings . My dad was mowing the lawn on his riding lawn mower , we had a pretty big backyard back then , and my mom and sister were watering the plants in the garden , basically my mom was watering the plants , and my sister was trying to get in the water . Slightly disappointed because of a lack of danger and no audible cries of help , I began to test out my " Hercules " strength . As I was walking around the yard , lifting various objects , I felt unfulfilled . Maybe it wasn 't the best day to be Hercules , but I was determined to make something good of it . Out of the corner of my eye , I see the house . Remembering that momentous Disney movie and how Hercules was able to easily catch a stone pillar and lift a giant , the house seemed to be an easy task in comparison . I gallantly strode over to the house , picking a spot with care , the corner of the garage . I was positioned so my family members could witness this heroic event and be amazed , I mean , what hero honestly wants to save someone with nobody to watch or praise them for it ? I bent down and tried to grip the bricks of the house and lifted with all of my " Hercules " might , but sadly the house did not budge . I attempted the great feat again and again , but it was not meant to be . Forlorn , I walked back into the hStudent # 3 Reply The memory I remeber best is when i was four . My mom , dad , sister and I went to a mavericks game , my first ever . I was so excited and couldn 't wait . When we arrived we went to our seats , we were just above the floor seats . It was so nice and I was so excited . As half time rolled near , mavs man was going through the stands taking pictures . He came closer and closer to where my family and I were sitting . He eventually made his way to our seats where he grabbed my hand and led me down the stairs to the court . Now remeber mavs man does not talk , so my parents were clueless as to where I was going and what I was doing . As I got to the court they sat me in a red wagon next to some other little boy . They handed me one of those big foam fingers and the boy got some clappers . As half time came my new friend and I , in our little red wagon were taken onto the court with all the maverick cheerleaders . We sat on the court all halftime cheering and having fun . We made it onto the screen and what can be better then seeing yourself on the big screen when your four ? Its a night i will never forget . Reply I 've been thinking about this for a little bit and I think the earliest memory I can recall is from preschool . There 's another one but I don 't know when it 's from , so we 're going to stick with this one . I wasn 't a hero , but it was definitely centered around me . I was walking in circles around the playground with my friend . I can 't recall who the friend was . if that means I 'm self centered or something I don 't want to know so please don 't go all psychologist on me . Anyway , we were trying to find something to do or a game to play because we didn 't want to play on the slide or anything . I remember discussing the older kids ( you know , the second graders , maybe even the fifth graders . They were really cool . ) and the shirts they got to wear . ( They were red ) Then I suggested that we go look for ladybugs . Right as that came out of my mouth , a bee shot down from the tree next we were walking past and stung me on the back . I didn 't know why , other kids had walked by that same tree that day and hadn 't gotten stung , so until I knew better I believed the bee misheard me and thought I wanted to go hunt it down or something . Then my memory jumps to me at home on the couch ( I was either a wimp or they felt sorry for me because they sent me home ) and my mom was putting something on my back to ease the pain . I think that 's about all I can recall . I hope this wasn 't supposed to be epic or anything , but that 's all that comes to mind . Reply One of best memories as a child revolves around the first role I played in a production . The production was " E - I E - I oops " and I was six years old . I was attending this school but this was before the huge performance hall had been built and so we preformed on a stage in the MAC . My first grade class was picked to be the pigs in the production and I was very excited . The night of the performance my mom and dad were very proud when they saw me come on stage as a pig . We wore gray sweat suits smeared with brown paint to truly enhance the effect . Also we wore little snouts on our noses , and I remember disliking the hot plastic being on my face all night . As the show began and the lights went down as a first grader with no inhibitions I was not the least bit nervous . Every child with a speaking line would step up to the microphone and say their line with the largest amount of expression that is possible for a first grader . The whole point of the musical was that the farm animals were attempting to cheer up a very sad cow . And so as I came to the microphone I said , " And the way you chew your cud … well you do have beautiful eyes . " I had to have a dramatic pause following the first half of the sentence and I remember asking my parents over a hundred times if they thought I had forgotten my line , and they would respond that yes they did because I was such a great actress . It was not until I was in probably third grade that I learned the meaning of " cud " and that is when I truly grasped the concept of the line . Though it was just one line it meant everything to me and I will never forget that . I truly felt like a talented actress who had fooled the audience and I felt as though I was the " show stopper . " Looking back on that experience I realize that every child stole the show in the eyes of their loved ones and that many children probably have the same memory staring themselves . Reply There are going to be great memories throughout my life that i will carry forever . But one that i can tel in great detail from when i was little was getting my first pet . It was Christmas Day and i was 7 years old and all my life , since i could remember , i wanted a horse . Now i didnt know what i would do with it , where it would stay , or how i would feed it but i did know if i ever got anything else in the world my number one wish was to have a horse . So it was early like 7 o ' clock and i ran downstairs so excited to open presents . When i got downstairs i ran and gave my mom a hug and ran to the back door to see if there was a horse standing in my backyard , but there wasn 't . It was just cold with a playground and a pool . I didn 't say anything just turned around and smiled . But all of a sudden a little baby black kitten runs to my feet and starts clawing at me . I bent down and said " Mom what is this ? " She said " A horse is to much right now but i am sure this little guy will keep you happy . " It was the best Christmas , i loved my kitten . I ended up naming it Blacky , very original i know . From then no out every picture moment i had i tried to make Blacky part of it . I loved that cat so much and i wish i still had her . She was my best friend when i was little and it was such an amazing day i was able to remember every detail of the incredible moment . Just for kicks when i was writing this story i thought of Mrs . Bonner the whole time and wonder when she got her first cat ? ! ! Reply One of the first things I can remember is when we moved out of our old apartment when I was just about two . On the night before we were going to move , a tornado was forming near to where our apartment was . I was completely freaked out , because even when I was that young , I could tell if people were concerned , and I just saw my mom and dad look freaked out . I think this was the first time I felt fear . Tings got so bad that we had to go to the hallway . Eventually , the storm passed , but I think that this memory has caused me to freak out when they mention a tornado on the news . It was a Sunday afternoon , and I wanted to wash the car . My mom pulled her vehicle out of the garage and parked in on our inclined driveway . We were going to was the car . I was assigned to wash the windows and chrome of the car . All was going well until my mother got onto the step stool to reach the top of the SUV . She was washing the roof of the car . The basic equilibrium principle of physics suddenly came into play . The step stool on the inclined surface fell . I didn 't see what happened , for I was on the other side of the car , but I did hear my mom grumble in pain . My mom , tried to quickly get herself up from the graveled concrete . As she struggled to stand up , I hurried to help her . When my mother stopped yelling at the step stool , she decided that it really wasn 't that important to clean the top of the SUV . The gaping slit on my mother 's elbow worried me . She was ready to apply a band - aid to her elbow and get back to business . After much convincing her , she drove , one - armed , to the urgent care center . Before the doctor would sew up her laceration , he wanted to make sure her elbow wasn 't fractured . The technician came to take my mother to the X - ray room . The technician dismissively told me that I needed to stay and wait outside . I refused . I wasn 't going to leave my mother . I just knew she needed me . Clearly annoyed , the technician shrugged her shoulders and I proceeded to follow her and my mother into the room . In retrospect , my mother would have been just fine without me . I could have waited outside of the room for my mother to return . The X - ray would have revealed the fracture with or without me . My " heroism " was really just an act of caring - not the slaying of monsters , nor risking my life in order to save another 's . Reply I can actually have quite a few memories and most of my prideful memories that I can remember were when I was in 5 / 6th grade . I am not sure if you would accept those as childhood memories so I will go with one when I was about 5 . I noticed that I seam to have to have happier memories when I was in 5 / 6th grade then I do when I was younger . I felt confused in my younger years because I was ignorant of what was going on and end up doing foolish things but that is what makes it funny when you look back at it . I still had plenty of good times in my childhood but the ones I had when I was about 3 - 7 , the memories sort of mix together and I cannot remember them too clearly . I took ballet lessons when I was little and when I was about five , we were rehearsing for another performance . One day , on the last day of rehearsing before we had to perform , one of my classmates did not cooperate and stayed sitting down on the floor ( our performance started of with us on the floor ) . I remember my teacher asking her what was wrong and was eventually excused . I did not see her crying or hear what she said so I did not think she was hurt or anything so I was curious of what will happen if I did that . It was not that I did not want to do ballet , I was just simply curious of what will happen . After all kids copy others although it seams to be usually the adults . Well , I ended up thinking of that while we were rehearsing for the last time for that day and so the next time we were going to rehearse . . . well , we were not going to rehearse anymore . The next time we were going to do that routine was when we were going to perform on stage . At the time , though I did not know that . So , as you can guess , at the time of the performance , I refused to get up from the ground and start performing with the others . Stage fright did not have anything to do with it . From what I can remember , I hardly notice the other people . Well , after the performance was over , I got in big trouble and my mom was furious with me . Of course I did not know exactly what was going and did not know how much money my mom had to pay for me to take the classes . Reply My earliest memory of something I clearly remember would have to be when i was 5 or 6 years old . My dad had just gotten a tricycle from the store for my birthday . When i rode it I felt like a " hero . " I rode it the rest of the day . At the end my parents were almost begging me to get off that thing . They threatened to take it away so i had to get off after that . Reply I was in fourth grade and I was at my best friend Bailey 's house . We were having so much fun making cookies and hot chocolate . When we were finished we sat down to her kitchen table and enjoyed our treats . Bailey had a dog named Paige who was so cute and everyone enjoyed her company . As we were drinking our hot chocolate I leaned over to look at Paige and suddenly I fell out of my chair onto her . The next thing I knew , I was on the floor in a tremendous amout of pain , bleeding all over . Since Paige was an older dog I guess I scared her and her first reaction was to attack me . She had bitten me all over my face and came an inch away from scratching my left eye . Bailey 's mom checked me out and thought it was only some minor scratches , so she put some neosporin and bandaids on me and told me I was good to enjoy the rest of the night . The next morning when she dropped me at my house , my mom saw me and freaked out . She was not only shocked by all my scars but how swollen my left side of my face was . She then rushed me to the hospital were they told me if I had waited another day they would of had to do surgery to drain all the " puss " ( I know thats very gross to say , sorry ) out of my face . Luckily , since we came just in time they gave me a shot and a medication ( I had to stay on for about two weeks ) and told me I was good to go . I will probably never forget that story , but im just glad it didnt affect me and Bailey 's friendship . Reply The most clear memory in my life is a memory of when I was three or four . I have memories of before that of an apartment , three girls , a dog , and the joys of messing up laundry . But these are memories supported by , and perhaps reconstructed and fabricated from photos I have seen . My most clear memory is not remembered by anyone but myself , not by photographs or otherwise . My family was moving from L . A . to Texas . My father had already packed up our car with our belongings and set off through Arizona and New Mexico . My mother and I were set to fly to our new home , in the morning we would arrive in a new land . It was a night time flight , the journey that would take me from the place of my birth to the place where I would grow up . I have no memory of the airport , walking , waiting , or boarding , but the plane is right in front of my eyes as I look back , a giant , a 747 , silver with a red and a blue stripe , silhouetted against the darkness . Boarding and most of the flight are blank in my mind . I was sitting in my seat , a hugh seat , patterned with seemingly random colors on blue fabric , illuminated by an orangish reading light overhead . The night sk y outside my window was pitch black , dotted with hundreds of stars . A stewardess pushing her silver metal beverage cart walked up next to where I sat next to my mother . " Would you like something to drink ? " she asked my mother . My mother had ice water , dispensed into a little , uniquely shaped plastic cup . She then asked what I would like to drink . " I 'll have orange juice with ice , " I declared . The waitress , slightely suprised by the drink order from a toddler , smiled and poured my orange juice into a little plastic cup with three ice cubes . The last thing I remember is sipping my juice feeling very proud of myself . I do not know why I remember this event with such crystal clarity , it is more vivid than the events of last night . I don 't know why this memory is so clear when entire years of my life fade to blurs . Perhaps in a lifetime full of regrets it stands oStudent # 13 I think I was four or five at the time . Around this time period , instead of liking dolls and barbies , I had an obsession with dinosaurs , rocks , and collecting strange things . We still hadn 't moved out of our apartment yet , and I believe this was in Virginia . Anyway , that day I had decided I was going to collect the strings / straps you find on those paper gift bags ( don 't ask - I was a strange child ) . To this day , I still don 't know what my mom was thinking at the time , letting a four year old cut her own strings . I was holding a gift bag with surprisingly thick strings and proceeded to cut it . Unfortunately , my finger had been right behind the string and inbetween the blade … it didn 't hurt until I actually saw it . I then began to scream and yell and cry , because it started hurting and stinging really bad . I remember the blood was dripping from my finger like crazy and getting all over my clothes . My dad was a doctor ( and also at work ) , so he was the first person my mom called for help . Well , attempted to call , I should say . I was crying so loudly that she dialed the wrong number around three times … maybe four . Eventually she got the number right , and I was then rushed into a minor emergency room and given seven stitches . It was a really deep cut . I think I remember the doctor saying it was almost to the bone . I got a lot of attention that day : all the nurses were gathering around me and complimenting my bravery , and best of all , my mom gave me candy that night after dinner ! Reply It was a bright sunny day , and I just came home from kindergarten . Our house has two stories , and upstairs , there is sort of a ' half - wall ' that acts as a barrier from falling all the way downstairs , but is still low enough for someone to be able to see the living room floor downstairs . My parents have told me over and over never to climb the wall . But of course , that just multiplied my curiosity and want even more , and being one who liked to climb a lot didn 't help either . Anyways , on that fateful day , I decided to climb the wall . I have already done it several times before , but all I would do was just lie on top of it and then climb back down . This time , as I reached the top and lay there , I wondered , ' what would happen if I pushed myself over the side ? ' ( Stupid , I know ) . I thought I could pull myself up , so I did it . I swung over and hung there , fifteen feet up from the abyss below . A few seconds later , I decided that I had enough , and wanted to pull myself up . I couldn 't . I began to panic , and called for my mother . I don 't know why , but all that was in my mind was not to make her mad , so I called softly . She didn 't know that I was in danger , until the second time a called , when she sensed fear and panic in my voice . My mother ran for the stairs , but when she was about to go up , she saw me hanging there , struggling to stay alive . She then started to run to my position , wanting to catch me when I fell . It was too late . By now , my hands were too sweaty to hold on anymore . A moment later , I started my journey down . I landed on a square , wooden table with my left foot , lost my balance , and toppled over . I fell , back first , onto the floor ( fortunately carpet ) . The force of the fall knocked the wind out of me , and I struggled to breathe . By then my mother was there , who picked me up and sat on the nearest couch , trying to make me breathe again . I was suffocating , trying my best breathe , but for some reason , by throat wouldn 't allow any air in . Finally , right before the point of blackout , I forced precious air into my lungs . I 'm alive ! After that , my mom immediately took me to the emergency room , where the doctors there checked and x - rayed my whole body . After all the tests and examinations , they told my mother the news . Good or bad ? Well , as it turned out , I had no broken bones scratches , nor bruises that they could find . I was as fit as any five - year - old , and so they let me go . Of course , I was smiling for the whole day , feeling like the big hero who couldn 't be hurt or inflicted damage upon . My curiosity was also fulfilled . And that night , we found out that the doctor 's report was wrong . There was a bruise . It was on the sole of my left foot , the foot that saved my life . Reply The incident I remember clearly as having done something " heroic " was happened when I was seven years old . I attended a Karate school since I was five years old . This school emphasized sparring each day . There was , as there always is , a tough guy that terrorized other kids in class . He must have been about eight years old . He was slightly taller than other kids , but he was fast and he hit and kicked hard . Many kids left the mat crying after sparring with him . I was younger , so I was not often pared up to fight him . But I was secretly afraid of him all the while . On my brown belt test day , I was hoping that I did not have to fight him . After I completed my kata forms ( think dance moves but with punches and kicks ) , I stood on the mat waiting for my opponents . The instructor announced that I could choose my opponent . Without thinking , I blurted out the tough guy 's name . I just felt that I had to do this for myself . I don 't remember all that went on in the fight , but I did draw blood from him , which I never did before . I remember telling myself not to cry . At the end of the day , I won a trophy for " Best Belt Test . " But most importantly , the tough guy stopped kicking and hitting people so hard in class . I stayed with the school three more years after that , but some of the lessons I learned there stayed with me forever . Reply When I was about nine years old , I remember the day when my little brother , little sister , and I were sitting at the top of the stairs watching slinkies roll down . It was my sister 's turn to try her slinky , and I knew she would not be able to make her slinky go further then mine , simply because mine was just so awesome  . Anyway my sister knew that hers would not go further because her slinky was smaller … so she decided to use something bigger then my slinky : my brother . So she said , " Hey sissy watch this ! " When she said that , I saw her get directly behind my brother who was looking for his slinky . She shoved him down the stairs , laughing and thankfully I was in the middle of the stairs to catch him ! I was like a nine year old cat woman , or so I thought . I still don 't ever let him forget the day I saved him from cracking his skull on the wood floor ! Reply This happened a long time ago when I was three or four . I went to this gathering with my dad . There were alot of kids my age and I went off to play with them . As I was playing this one kid was making fun of me . I saw red and I nailed that kid as hard as I could and I hit him in the stomach . He cried and told someone . Some how my dad caught wind of this and I got in deep trouble . I told my dad that he punched me first , but that didn 't work out as well as I thought it did . After that I never had that many occasions where I hit people . Reply When I was probably around 7 or 8ish , my mom went to the Q which is now 24 hour fitness but Iwould go to the little kids place while she worked out . And everytime I went there I would find some of my friends and play with them and run around frantically . All I remember now is playing chase or like somebody was the bad guy and we had to get them . ( Most of the time it was a little boy since they had cooties * wink * ) So we would all chase him and I remember being the leader of the bunch and always saying " Get him ! " " Go ! " . They would all run out in front of me and I would follow . It made me feel like I had so much power ! Every kid wants to feel like that , at that age . Once upon a time , there was a beautiful child . This child was good and kind to all those around her . She attended pre - school with other children , where she played , and learned , and laughed . All the teachers and other students loved this child very much . One day , after lunch , one of the other students was preparing to sit down in her seat . But this chair was not where it was supposed to be , and the child fell cruelly on her buttocks . All the other children of the class laughed at the poor child 's misfortune - but not the beautiful , kind child . She took pity on the wronged girl , and instead of laughing , she assisted the fallen girl from the floor . The girl did this deed not for the glory , or the recognition , or even the gold star on her paper ; no , the wonderful child did it because it was right . Reply The memory I remember being the center of was on Mother 's Day when I was around six years old . My brother was about seventeen years old and his friends , my brother , and I were all outside playing Home Run Derby . Instead of me playing though , I was spectating as usual and eating a package of crackers . Since we did not have actual bases , we had trees as the bases and a small goal as home plate , where I would stand to be safe and watch all at the same time . I had seen a grasshopper that I had wanted to catch so I ran out to get it and my brother 's friend , Sammy , accidentally hit me with the bat in my chin with his swing . After this moment it was very chaotic . My brother had panicked and went inside to tell my parents . At this point I remember being very dizzy and was unsure what had happened . My mother came outside and I was bleeding from my nose badly because I had fell after I had been hit and my face hit the ground . My parents had to take me to the hospital where I was then taken to the Emergency Room and taken care of . My parents told me after that , that I had fallen unconcious for a while and taken care of . The most ironic part of the story that I remember was the fact that I was laughing in the car as I was bleeding which suprised me because I could not remember that part . Reply In this story , I really was not the hero , but felt I was one at the time . When I was around three or four , I went to a petting - zoo themed birthday party . At the party , they had goats , sheep , etc . I was with my babysitter and was waiting to get on one of the miniature horses , which did not look so miniature at the time . While while I began to play with one of the horse 's tail . The horse , surprisingly , did not like this and kicked me in the stomach . Due to my tiny size , the breath was completely knocked out of me and the ambulance , probably unnecessarily , was called . The host family frantically called my mother and insisted she rush over , not telling her exactly what had happened . When my mother asked me what happened , I explained to her that it was all a misunderstanding . I told her that although the horse had kicked me , he came and apologized to me afterwards ( My heroic deed ) . I don 't really remember if I actually thought the horse had apologized or if I had said this to save the horse from punishment . Most likely , it was the first , but I like to think a combination of the two . Reply I was in early preschool , and all the kids were playing outside . I was playing with the boys , and back then all little boys thought that girls were smelly . So , naturally , I was made the Skunkie and the game was for all of them to chase me . I was faster then them and none of them could catch me , and I really felt like a hero , but then they cornered me and poked at me and made fun of me for being smelly , and I started crying . Stupid boys . Oh well , I was still the hero . Or heroine , I should say . Reply One of my best ' hero ' memories as a child occured in first grade . I had gone to preschool here but everything was changing . It was my first day of first grade at Redeemer Montosori School . The school was not that big , but of corse I was scared to death ( I suppose some things never change ) . I , hyperventilating even as a child , walked into my first grade classroom . To my surprise There was a bunny cage in the middle of the room . I LOVED bunnies . I had one as my own pet at home so I was estatic Hoppity could have a friend . Just then my happy moment seeing Presley ( a clever knock off of parsely which is what bunnies eat ) was thwarted . My arch enemy Shiloh was in my class . He was the definition of evil . He used to pull my hair , and call me all sorts of names in preschool . And I was lucky enough to have him in my class , yipee . I decided to just ignore him as we circled up on the magic carpet ( a round carpet we all had to sit on when the teachers were talking to us ) . Our teacher Ms . Kelley told us Presley was her bunny that she brings to school everyday and that he was our class pet / mascot . I could see the look on Shiloh 's face from accross the circle . I was scared for Presely . Later , during lunch time ( or was it snack time ? I dont remember ) , we were all sitting on the magic carpet eating our lunch . Ms . Kelley stepped out of the room for whatever reason teachers do ( probably to make fun of the weird kids ) and we were left alone . Shiloh got up and I could smell trouble in the air . " Watch this guys " Shiloh said lauphing . He opened the bunny cage and took out Presely . Presely , not wanting any part of this , wiggled out of Shiloh 's hands and hopped furiously away . Shiloh was mortified . " Were going to be in soo much trouble ! " A little girl shouted . The room was in a flurry , realizing how mad Ms . Kelley would be if she walked in and her precious Presely was gone . Ms . Kelley was a scary lady . Just then Presely did a mad dash through the circle and we all scrambled up to try to catch him . Presely had hidden hStudent # 22 ( w / another memory ) I was playing in the pool with a little girl who lived down the street . I was probably five , and she was a year younger . My mom and her mom sat on chairs talking . Niether of me nor Rachel could swim , so we stuck to the first three steps . NOBODY could make it to the fourth step . That just wasn 't allowed . But Rachel thought she could . She stepped down , and her head went under . " Mommy ! " I shouted . " She 's not supposed to be doin ' that ! " That was all it took . Their heads snapped around , and Rachel 's mother leaped into the pool , clothes and sunglasses and everything . I don 't know if Rachel would still be alive today if it wasn 't for me and my little tattle - tale self . I 'd saved the day , I was the heroine , I was awesome … but , due to my own mother 's anxiety , all I got was several days of not being allowed to play in the pool anymore . Reply A childhood memory I will never forget is my 12th birthday . Early , I know I have a rather extensive memory . But back to the story , it started out as any other day : wake up , daily routine , eat breakfast , get dressed get my lunch and go to school . But that 's not the way it ended , not normal at all . Later that day at 3 : 20 p . m . my mother picked me up from school and we went to the spa and out to eat . I remember taking so many detours to get home and I remember that it seemed like she was stalling for some reason . She had gotten like 7 calls from my dad and sister each . I was wondering what in the world is going on . So we made another stop , this time we were in a whole different city and I was pretty much convinced that something bad had happened , i . e . " Our house had burned down " , " someone was murdered or something " . But she reassured that we were on our way home . I remember going to sleep and waking up and we were on the road to our house … FINALLY ! ! ! The feeling that I felt can not even be described . It was a mixture of feelings , still anticipating what was to come and being excited . I walked into my house and every thing looked the same . I have to admit at this time I was kind of disappointed . So I went upstairs and I noticed the light to my room was on and I heard voices saying " shhh ! " So as I walk in I see a COMPLETELY different room than I had left it . New everything ! It was definitely a kids dream . Not to mention all of my friends were thee with gifts galore . It was truly a birthday to remember . Reply I remember when I was 7 - 8 ish . I was pushing my little sister on a swing in our backyard . Now , our backyard had tons of pine trees ( about 40 - 50 altogether on our property ) and the backyard was basically rocks and pine needles ( and some dog poop ) . So , naturally , when you fall on ground like that , it 's going to hurt . My little sister was 2 or 3 . I was pushing her on the swing , when suddenly she took her hands off ( to this day , she doesn 't know why ) and promptly fell off the swing . I was frozen for a moment , wondering what I should do . Then my older sister came outside and yelled , ' WHAT HAPPENED ? ? ? ' Well , needless to say that shocked me out of my daydream - like state . I ran inside , got my mom , and we took my little sister to the hospital . Reply When I was like 3 , I would go outside and paint with my grandma , I called her MiMi . Well one day she got up to go get some more paint from the house and left me outside alone . As I was finger painting , I saw a small puppy go by . I went over to it and started to play with it . I asked my MiMi if I could keep it , and she said no . But , I wouldn 't leave a puppy outside by itself , so I sneaked it to the backyard . From there I went to the backdoor and into the house to my room . Once I got the puppy in my room , I gave it some water and food . Well it was time for me to go to bed , and right after I got into my bed , the puppy started to whimper from its bed I made from a blanket . I had also put it in my closet so no one could see it . But , what I didn 't know was that my MiMi had like supersonic hearing or something . Because , she ran in my room and asked what the puppy was doing in my closet . So I started to cry , because I thought that I was going to get a spanking . But , instead she let me keep the puppy if I promised to take care of it . So of course I said that I would , and of course I didn 't . So I made my dad take care of it and I still got to keep the puppy . I also kept it from starving so I felt pretty good . Reply Well , I was probably 4 or 5 when this happened . I was in dance classes ; tap , jazz , and ballet . I was in a class that was about a year younger than me , so I was positive that I was smarter and wiser than them . ( wink . ) We were really good and we won a lot of first place trophies and awards . In one performance we were little bumble bees . ( cute . I know . But those costumes with yellow and black sequins and those adorable little antennas were so itchy and uncomfortable . The price we have to pay to be on stage . Woe is me ! ) So we were on stage dancing and stuff , when all of a sudden , my clip on yellow earrings popped off and fell on the floor . I , like a natural , kept on dancing . But my friend , Madeline , did not . She stops immediately walks a few steps in front of her , bends down , and picks up my earring . I kept on telling her to get up ! Get up ! NO ! But there she was , ruining my show , and my chance of being accepted in the world as a dancer . But , I kept my cool . And smiled that cheesy dance smile . I felt so good about myself because I knew everyone in the audience was watching how professional I was by not worrying about anything except for dancing . You do not know how joyful my heart was to be the heroine and know that I saved the day . ( But what 's ironic is that [ student named removed ] probably felt the exact same way that I did because she saved the show . ha . )