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Life Changing My childhood home was a gorgeous two story Victorian in the small rural town of LeRoy, Illinois. The 100 year old house had an empty basement cellar and an attic that over time had become home to a family of squirrels each winter. In its early days, the building was split up into two separate apartments. When the back half of the house caught fire in the 1970’s, the building was renovated and made into one home. The yard was vast and cavernous, surrounded by trees that swayed in the

have food to eat because there are some family’s that do not have food to eat because they can’t afford it. Forty-two percent of the world is starving from world hunger, so that is another reason I should feel blessed that I have food served on my table every day. One time I saw a lady who needs some help with food and clothing outside of stater brothers and I bought her some sandwiches so she could eat. When I gave them to her she was so happy? Another

When my cats get to going, it is probable that my house may be destroyed. They aren 't kittens any longer, but when they play together, they might has well be. They chase anything and everything, and they can make a mess out of the most unlikely things. This isn 't usually a problem for me, but when they start scratching the furniture, that is when I have to get the spray bottle out. I have one sitting by my desk, and one in the living room just to keep tabs on my cats. I have them filled with water

Before I had the chance to introduce this activity, Jonathan sat down at the table and said, “It looks like a rectangle clump of dirt.” “It does look like dirt but it is called clay” I said, “Or dirt” Jonathan insisted. “You can make things with clay” I continued “like zombies, Minecraft figures and even a scary octopus like these” I explained, pointing to the pictures. “I want to make Minecraft” Jonathan says excitedly. “That’s a good idea, have a look at this picture. What shapes did they use?

Corner. The observations that occurred wherein a span of one hour blocks, one from 8:40 am – 9:40 am, another at 12:00 pm – 1:00 pm, and the last one at 4:00 pm – 5:00 pm all on February 19, 2018. Within the seating area, the dominant traces were tables and chairs to sit, eat, talk, and possibly work on any assignments. Computers lined up on a divider, next to one of the registers. On the walls, there are windows spaced out evenly. In between the windows are black and white photographs of places

slowly while trying to mask her dislike of the foods that ranged from sickeningly sweet to dripping with oils and scents; not a one of the dishes served was she able to find a familiarity in and before long she had feigned exhaustion and left the table to seek out the room she would be staying in. Nileren and Malsa who had waited outside the dining hall were more than happy to escort Lady Avicia to her chamber and they talked

ever getting annoyed by the interruption of tense action scenes by boring news reports about people in boats or stories about fights in far away lands. Thus, it was unusual to see him sitting with his head bowed at his friend Kawa’s small wooden table, scratching lines into the surface, trying to think of something to say that wouldn’t hurt his beautiful brown friend who had given him the last ice-cream in their near-empty freezer. Jack had brought around his new backpack, still smelling of fresh

A mid-forty year old with the soul of a twenty-one-year-old, my aunt Kelly is a complex individual. Whenever she announces her visits, my cousins lock their doors and shut off their phones. Someone signals the rest of our family that Kelly is in the area. Living an hour away in Trenton, she checks in a few times a year. It’s not that my family hates her; she is the life of the party. However, Kelly is an outspoken woman with headstrong opinions and somewhat threatening mannerisms under the influence

In my dreams last night I found myself sitting at the dining room table. Like so many times years ago, my report card spread open on the table in front of you. Your fingers again grasping my dreadlocks, tightening more and more as you continued your verbal assault. I could feel the sting in my scalp as you tightened more and pulled harder, trying to lift me from the chair I was sitting in. This is not the first time. Why do you keep on returning? I found a way to block out the pain, and silence

Rapunzel rolled her eyes when she heard her mother come in and state what she already knew was going to happen. Taking in a deep breath she slowly turned her head to look at Gothel, a smile forming on her lips. “Be safe.” She mused in a soft voice. Turning her head she looked back at the canvas in front of her, she had painted a lot of the canvas, only a small portion of it remained white. When she heard her bedroom door clothes, she placed her paint brush down, listening to the sounds of her mother's