Once, I was playing outside with my grandparents’ horses. I was chasing Tryfan, the Welsh pony, and we were playing together.

Michael loved his nightly bedtime story. One evening before bed, his mom read him an old Irish folk tale.

It was summertime when my foot started hurting. I showed my mommy the part of my foot that didn’t feel good.

When I was a little girl, I loved bedtime. Mom read a story to my brother and me, and then I curled up in my soft bed, safe and cozy, and fell asleep.

One day at Sunday School my stomach was really hurting. At the beginning, I was only thinking bad thoughts about how much it hurt.

My friend and I were camping with her family in the desert, and we were having the best time. During the day, we got to ride dirt bikes around a dry lake bed.

One night my family was roasting marshmallows, and I put my stick with the marshmallow on the end into the fire, because I wanted my marshmallow to burn. I like it like that.

During the ride to church one Sunday I got a stomachache. When we got to church, I felt like throwing up, so Mommy and I stayed in the bathroom instead of going into Sunday School.

Angels! At Christmas they are everywhere. On Christmas cards, in store windows, and even in the carols we sing.

It was smoky in our house because we were cooking dinner. We opened the garage door to air the house out, and our family dog, Sobaka, ran off through the open garage door.