Saturday, March 10, 2007
1) I'm a little kid again, and I'm at home eating a sandwich for lunch. My Mom is frustrated because the only thing I'll ever eat is bologna. We're all watching television, and there are a bunch of old ladies on some show talking about Vietnam. I start crying because I feel bad about my Dad and all the friends he lost over there. My brother walks over and gives me a hug. My Mom makes me a cheese sandwich and I eat the whole thing.