Those tubes that they put in your ears, many of my old stuffed animals, my hair to make a wig, my stomach when I was sick, my temper- for various reasons; I can control it now, many friends who had betrayed my trust and my friend since sixth grade because of her unwillingness to change her many bathroom breaks. My stuck-up, childish mindset in seventh grade, my faith in my church in eighth, my love for softball in tenth, my mind when I was two. My wish to be a vet, a fire-woman; a CSI, my brother to his non-stop vibrating phone. My Grandpa to lung cancer when I was six months old, his daughter when my dad was two, and my facebook password which keeps this all inside.