When I Grow Up
Written by DeAnna Erdmann When I think back to my childhood I can remember being in the fifth grade the first time that I truly heard of a profession and…
Written by DeAnna Erdmann When I think back to my childhood I can remember being in the fifth grade the first time that I truly heard of a profession and…
Written by DeAnna Erdmann I can’t believe this is happening to me, I thought as I walked through the rain. I did my best to push the thoughts of the…
Written by: DeAnna Erdmann I don’t like loud noises. My Daddy tells me stories of when I was little and I used to cry when hand dries were being used…
Written by: DeAnna Erdmann I was young, maybe six or seven, and I lay on the ground behind my aunt’s couch. I squished my body as far back as I…
By: Lynnette Hager Bohman I grew up in an open family; we talked about everything. So when my parents passed away and I was left to handle their estate…
By: Lynnette Hager Bohman “MOOOOOOM” I cried as I came running into the kitchen. “I fell” I screamed as I pointed to my dirty knee. “It hurts really bad. “Ok…
By Lynnette Hager Bohman Who am I? Who are you? I asked you first! You are me aren’t you? I don’t know. We look the same. But I am real!…
Written by: Lynnette Bohmann Dad says they are weeds. Mom says they are seeds. I believe they are magic puff balls I can make a wish upon. Sometimes I run…
Written by: By: Lynnette Hager Bohman He woke up early and took a shower. Today was a very special day. He put on his lavender button up shirt taking great…