It's hard chring to like yourself.

The other day I was going through my childhood treasure box when I found my 1st grade class journal. I remember every day before the bell rang we got to sit or lay down anywhere in the classroom, relax, and write a page in our journal about anything. Reading everything I wrote had me rolling, and apparently I was very specific about what I like to be called...

And this one is my favorite....

I still cespeshaly love my Mom and Dad.