When I think about a time in my life when I had hope there are several times that come to mind; sending off my application to ASU, auditioning for chairs in high school band, asking for certain christmas presents and so on and so forth. However, there was one Halloween when I was about six years old and I went to a carnival. I was not only thrilled to be dressed as a "fancy" black cat, but I also could not wait to play games and win prizes. When we got there my eyes went right to a long table completely filled with different kinds of cakes. I love cake. I walked over and looked at each cake and thought about how they would taste. About half way through I saw a perfectly iced carrot cake. I wanted to have that cake more than winning any bean bag toss or apple bobbing contest. The whole night I participated in no other event than the cake walk, hoping and wishing with all my might that the perfect carrot cake would be mine by the end of the night. Finally about fifteen rounds of walking around in a circle trying not to push people out of the way the announcer held up the flawless carrot cake. My eyes were on the prize and I was going to stop at nothing until I had what I thought was the grand prize carrot cake. The music started up and all I could think about was getting on that piece of paper when the music stopped. I made it to only me and another girl left. I took one last look at the carrot cake and knew that I wanted it. The music started up and stopped and I looked down at my feet and I was the one standing on the piece of paper...the carrot cake was MINE! For the rest of the evening I carried around my grand prize and when I got home ate a little slice. Of course there have been times when I have had hope that has meant more, but I love that story because I shows that no matter how silly or ridiculous your hopes are they can become a reality.
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