In the morning I was of course wearing pajamas from the last night so I could sleep in comfortably clothing. As everyone does. (Hopefully) I had on pink and white hello kitty fuzzy pajama pants that were really baggy and loose so they hung off of me. Then I had on a big white t-shirt that had a fastpitch logo on it. But If you didn’t know, fast pitch is a style for softball. Meaning obviously fast pitching. But through out the day when I happened to get dressed I got blue jean capri’s on. The were naturally rolled up capri’s that had long jean belt like straps hanging off from the bottom. They were there so I could tighten or loosen the bottom of the pants. For a shirt I wore a blue Brewster Ambulance t-Shirt. It is a very important shirt since it’s from my cousin’s ambulance company. But Finally for Bed I wore once again ANOTHER Brewster ambulance shirt but in white, and blue, Pink, and black flamingo pajama pants that has a big pink bow in the middle on my waist with cute good sized pockets.

I would have and have everyone else have too would be eternal life. In other words Immortality. Yes I fear death, and losing all of my love ones to it as well. Everyday we get closer and closer to it but it is reality. I would want to have Eternal life and no death so that I could live forever with my family and friends. No one deserves to die, absolutely no one. I used to even cry a year or two ago because I would think about dying. But I am sure that no one does want to die. If I could have Eternal life with everyone I would be happy. That is only because I could be with my loved ones, and not have to worry about my happiness or my fun ever ending. It may be a stupid idea or thought but I truly fear death and wish it wouldn’t ever come. I want my happy fun days with my loved ones to last forever. Although good things always have to come to an end.

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Yes it isn’t an object, but a person, and a family member at that. But she’s the one thing in the world I absolutely love the most. ( Other than my mother, father, etc…) From the day she was born into the world in February 2002 when I was only five years old turning six in April I loved her with all my heart. Every little thing she did entertained me, her laugh, her smile, the way she’d grab your finger and stick it in her mouth to chew on-! I loved it all. But now she’s eight years old and has gotten so big I can’t ever believe it. I always wish that I could go back in time to when she was a baby, but it is life and you can’t do that of course. I’m constantly watching out for her as I have always been, and I can’t stand if anything ever happen to my Little Payton Rose. I always worry about her every single day and nearly every moment of it too. I mean, I even check in on her at night just because I’m afraid she’ll stop breathing! I’ve been always a worry wart but I love her is why I do it. I’ll do anything to protect her and make her happy, she’s my baby sister. So she mean a whole lot to me.