Growing Up: A Reflection Essay on Life -Michael Hof Do you remember your world when you were a small child? Can you picture a single day as a 3rd Grader? Better yet, can you picture one as a kindergartener? Do you remember your old views and dreams? I do. I remember my past so very vividly: the games, the friends, the hopes, the ignorant bliss. I remember playing house with the girl who would be …showed first 75 words of 588 total…

…showed last 75 words of 588 total…my stomach tightens, my head feels heavy, and my heart breaks. I offer those people my support, love, and prayers. It’s the very least I can give them after they’ve been so gracious as to be known as my friends. I try to give more. If I hang in there just a little longer, maybe she’ll pull through! Maybe he’ll come back! Everything will eventually turn out okay. Won’t it?