tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336207022126200397.post3424164511646318408..comments2024-02-19T08:43:17.500-06:00Comments on What I Live For: My Story: Seventh GradeJudy Whatiliveforhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11635437579881284171noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336207022126200397.post-59788198987421325712010-08-09T00:19:38.657-05:002010-08-09T00:19:38.657-05:00Nice recap of your memories. I love the image of y...Nice recap of your memories. I love the image of you running in your pjs and socks to see the balloon rolled up.<br /><br />I wish I could send you a plaque. What an absolute bummer to work to earn something and not be rewarded.<br /><br />The pic of you playing violin is a nice touch too.Jannahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06356948275526610098noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336207022126200397.post-20040400441281830382010-08-05T22:12:44.176-05:002010-08-05T22:12:44.176-05:00We live about 20 minutes from that temple in Mesa....We live about 20 minutes from that temple in Mesa. Have spent many a Christmas enjoying the lights at that temple!!!Glenda Piperhttp://www.piperparadise.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336207022126200397.post-44246988481915682042010-08-05T21:12:10.979-05:002010-08-05T21:12:10.979-05:00Ugh, I'm glad you were content. You must have ...Ugh, I'm glad you were content. You must have been a secure person. I don't think I was. I think it's good that boys terrified me. I hope that boys terrify my daughter for another dozen years! :) And I may have already said this, but I always wanted to play the violin. I'm sorry you didn't get your plaque. :)Jennyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11320336368732794711noreply@blogger.com