The first five years of my life I spent Valentines Day's in the hospital, (which isn’t the most romantic date for my parents). Most of the time I was in the hospital due to pneumonia due to the cold snowy weather. Although I can't tell you who my roommate was or my nurses were I can tell you how it has affected me. As I get older I become more appreciative of life and all those miracles that I was given. Today was probably the first year I really thought deeply about my first five valentine’s day. I wondered how I reacted, was I strong, scared, or just acting like a regular baby and all happy? I wonder how other people reacted around me; did they feel sorry for me? I feel like I was a brave child, and I feel like I am who I am because of everything I went through. I want to think that I was brave and I didn’t show that deep down inside I was terrified. I hope that I was brave for my parents even though they were probably always scared. I wonder if I could tell when my parents were scared, they always act brave but could I see right through that? I can tell you that the person I am today always thinks about other people's feelings and I always try to be the bravest person I can. Unfortunately we cannot remember the most important years of our lives, the experiences that make us who we are today. The only thing we can do is imagine. But here's to a many more Valentines Day's.