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It is a normal Tuesday night in the Lynch household; there are aromas of delectable food coming from the kitchen. I am sitting in the study quickly finishing my homework so I can attend the dinner I am patiently waiting for. As I stumble through the last math problem, I throw my pencil down on the paper and run down the old creaky stairs. I am comforted by the sounds that give life to my house. I enter the kitchen and my three sisters as normal are gracefully preparing our dinner. Sally is cooking the steak on the grill, asking my other sister Maisie how long it will be before the salad is ready. Kingsley my oldest sister is setting the table. This night comes four times every year when my parents are at teacher conferences at our local grade school. My three sisters and I are always excited for these nights because we get the house to ourselves for two hours. This night is different though and would be remembered for the rest of my sister’s lives and mine. I am awakened by a loud scream coming from the hallway. My eyes open instantly and I almost fall out of my bed, confused with what is happening. As I sit up in the dark room, light is penetrating from the window behind the curtain. Red, blue, and white lights are flickering outside my window. I take a moment to gather my thoughts while at age eight they are immature and many times unrealistic. I do not know what is going on. I am confused due to being woken up from the comforts of my cozy bed. I walk towards my window pull back the curtain and the piercing blue, white, and red, lights make my eyes ache as they try and adjust to the light. It is a cold winter evening and the warmth of the heat in my room makes the window foggy and unable to see clearly to the outdoors. I see ... ... middle of paper ... ...ngs not physical objects that are replaceable. My family is the most important thing in my life and irreplaceable. Mother Teresa once said, “What can you do to promote world peace? Go home and love your family.” In my particular scenario the peace was broken when Alan Golder broke into our house however, as Mother Teresa explains, our peace was brought back through the love and connection in our family. Each person in my family brings a different characteristic and part of a broad equation which ads up to my life. As I reflect on this day when I was 8 it reminds me how experiences can translate into impactful memories. It is said often that memories seem to fade as time goes on. In this case the memory of the burglary is etched into my mind forever. As I grow older the importance of material objects becomes less important however my bear will forever be priceless.

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