I love it. I didn't want to leave.

We're not as organized yet, but we're working on it.

It was nice over there, but this was home.

If ever I feel I might be able to tackle it, I'd love to try holding a spear or something in the theater, or opening a door, or anything, just to try it, you know, because it must be some marvelous magic thing.

I love to dance in the disco, but that's about it.

What better time than Easter to call home and say 'Mama, I love you'?