I have decided that maybe I want to write when I grow up. I just don't know what I would write.

If you care about somebody, you should want them to be happy. Even if you wind up being left out.

He’s my whole world.” “Don’t ever say that about anyone again. Not even me.

But in that moment when my brother took the field, all that washed away, and everyone was proud... I looked up at my dad, and he was smiling. I looked at my mom, and she was smiling even though she was nervous about my brother getting hurt, which was strange because it was a VCR tape of an old game, and she knew he didn't get hurt.

and for the first time in my life I understand the end of that poem. And I never wanted to. You have to believe me.

I think the idea is that every person has to live for his or her own life and then make the choice to share it with other people. Maybe that is what makes people "participate.

I just hope I remember to tell my kids that they are as happy as I look in my old photographs. And I hope that they believe me.