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Somewhere Under My Rainbow When you are little, the whole world feels like a big playground. Your dreams are big and your hopes are always high. When you are little, your biggest worry is who will get the big swing at recess. As a child I had a very vivid imagination and a best friend whose imagination was even livelier than mine. I was living in Conyers, Georgia the summer it all happened. I was a second grader, but my best friend Stephanie was only in the first grade. Both of our parents were at work and had left my older sister, Kim, in charge of us. She was sixteen years old with a haughty attitude. Most of the time she let us go our own way, while she talked on the phone and groomed herself. Today was no different than any other day that she had kept us. We left the house around 3:00pm and hadnt been back since. Sweat poured down our foreheads as we sat on Stephanies front lawn. Stephanie was a plain girl with long stringy blond hair, the shade of honey mustard and brown eyes whom faded into the sun. Although her looks didnt show it, she had a spark about her. She had a spark that most kids, at the age of seven, didnt have. So , what can we do? Its hot but neither of us have a pool. There isnt a kid within three blocks of here, and Im bored! she exclaimed, with am agitated look upon her face. I dont know, but it sure is hot. Hey! Lets go in your basement and see whats in there. I promise to go first! I told her. If there were anything in the world Stephanie feared more than hell, it was her basement. She had feared it since she was tall enough to see down the dark and empty staircase. She had never been down there, but the thought of its contents drove her wild. Okay but only on my terms. First of all, you go first. And we are only going for a minute. Oh, and one more thing, if I get scared, Im coming back up. Okay? she told me. I agreed to her terms and we headed into her house. Since her mother was at work, we were all alone. As I opened the basement door, I could hear Stephanie take in a deep breath. I looked over at the light switch and flipped it up. We both sat on the top step in awe. Before us lay the biggest room, full of amazing things like guns, baby cradles, and old clothes. I ran down the staircase, almost tripping over myself. That is when I spotted it. The silver lining on the lid sparkled as the light hit it .I knew it was what I was looking for. The color red shone on the top of the steel can. It was paint. When I say paint, I dont mean finger paint. It was the real thing. I looked beyond it and there lay even more paint in bright colors like purple, orange, blue and green. Stephanie, who was looking through some old clothes, looked over at me. I never knew all this was down here. I was so stupid to be scared of it. You find anything? All Ive found is some old duty clothes, she said. I looked at her with one of my mischievous smiles and told her. Thank me later, Stephanie. I just found us a project for the day. Grab us some paint brushes. We are fixing to paint. She squealed with excitement as I told her of my secret plans and immediately we got to work. We gathered all the brushes we could find. Stephanie got her old wagon out and we loaded up all the paint. The two of us struggled as we carried it up the stairs. I was a bit selfish at this age, and being so, I wanted to go to my house. Since no one was there but my sister, we hauled all of our materials down the road and into my yard. When we got there, it didnt take us long to realize that this would be a big job. I grabbed a