When I try to think of a story about a child that has changed my life, I think about all the children that I have loved over the years. The families that have become part of my family. Although I have many happy stories I could share, I would like to share one that is not so happy. About 1 year after I opened my first center, there was a 4 year old little girl namde Morgan. Morgan was a beautiful, happy child with a smile that would make you feel happy on your worst day. She was the child in the room that the other children wanted to play with and always helping the younger ones. Her family life wasnt perfect, her parntes were getting a divorce, she was going back and forth between two homes and her parents were not seeing eye to eye on custody. One saturday afternoon, she was going to a festival with her fathers fiance when a Fed Ex truck hit their care and everyone in it was killed. The car burst into flames and the reports said they were all killed instantly. There was a memorial service for Morgan and my school raised about $600 for her familys exspenses. What was amazing to me is when I and my entire staff attended her memorial, her father seemed surprised that we were so upset. A man that I only knew through hellos and goodbyes hugged me as I cried, I sometimes wonder if he knew how special his child was to all of us. As I write this the tears come down and it has been many years since Morgan passed away. This is the impact that my students have on me, they are my children, part of my life. I will never forget Morgan or her smile!