One of my most vivid memories is when we got our kitten. It was the morning of Halloween, when my brothers girlfriend rushed me outside. The kitten popped her tiny black head through the fence on our porch, with gleaming yellow eyes and a scared face. I walked out to meet her, and to calm her down. I placed food in front of her and urged her near me. It took convincing, but she warmed up to me. She allowed me to pet her, and I picked her up and rushed her inside. She took an immediate liking to a pile of blankets, her fur was so dark you could only see her eyes peering out of the big pile of fluffy blankets. Then came the time of convincing our mother to let us keep her. She didn’t want to, but with the power of our puppy dog eyes, and the kittens eyes barely visible, she agreed. We figured if we get to keep it, we have to name if; we can’t just call her “blackie” forever. I wanted to name it Eve, and my brother wanted to name it “Halloween” after the day we got her, so we settled on “Halloween’s Eve”, or just “Eve” for short. She seemed to like it, and anytime we said it her tiny bat-like ears would perk up. It was hard getting used to going to bed in the dark and having a little black blob slip between your feet, and looking down the stairs to see her bright eyes staring at you, but she learned that shes not exactly the most visible thing to see in the dark, and we learned that she might take some getting used to.
A time that made me overwhelmed with emotion was when my sister graduated and became a PA. We drove down to Fort Wayne, and met with her. She looked very nervous, but excited; I couldn’t help but feel the same. After 6 and a half years, she would finally graduate from being stressed about homework, studying, and passing her exams. When the time came her preceptor stepped on the stage and gave a personal thanks and congratulations to each individual PA. When it came to her, he spoke of how she was already a PA when she walked into the school. She was smart, and wanted to become even smarter. He told her that he always imagined her as his niece, who’s name was Paige, just like her. It took a lot for our family to hold back the tears, and Paige’s face was beaming with joy. After each heart warming congratulations, it came time to hand out the White Coats. When her name was called she walked on the stage and took the coat, and her degree, and gave all her teachers and preceptors a hug. All of us became overwhelmed with happiness, and inspiration. She came down and took her seat next to us and we all watched the others get their own white coat. It took all my mothers power not to cry out and hug my sister. Afterwards they gave the vow that’s customary, and we all finally got to hug her, and show her how proud we were.
One of my favorite memories with my father is when we went to Frankenmuth to see the hot air balloon event. Before any of them took off, you could go up to them, ask them questions, and even get signatures. We got a flyer that listed the names and designs of all the balloons, and who flew them. I went up to all the balloons and asked them to sign it. I got a signature from each and every person. They even game me cards of their balloons that were also signed. When i came back next year they recognized me and gave me a new card for that year.