A day at Saint Patrick’s

I grabbed my mom’s hand as we were invited into the principal’s office. I sat down next to both my parents in the chairs across the principal’s desk. I stared at the floor as my parents requested to speak with my first grade teacher. After calling her, the principal turned back to my parents.

“Okay, tell me what happened from the beginning,” the principal said.

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Make a wish without candles

Everyone has something they are afraid of more than anything. When I was a kid, I was deathly afraid of fire.

I do not remember when or why I decided fire was scary, but I know that by my third birthday I could not even be in the same room as fire. When my mom brought out my birthday cake with the candles lit, I ran from the room and refused to go back in until the candles were blown out. So, my parents had one of the other kids blow them out for me. That is the first time I remember being afraid of fire. Continue reading