The autumn air was as crisp as the fresh-out-of-the-dryer flannel sheets that my mother would always put on our beds when the weather got chilly. The familiar sounds of a referee"s whistle and cheering fans brought back memories of going to high school football games. My stomach started talking when I smelled the scent of the hot dogs cooking near by. "Can you believe we are doing this?" my mother asked as her face reddened while the sun decreased and the wind picked up. " No, I can"t," my father and I both said simultaneously. It seemed hardly impossible to fathom that we were sitting at my baby brother"s high school football game. Where had the past fourteen years gone?I was in the family room of my house with my older brother, Brian. We nicely were playing together with blocks. I was five at the time. "Brian, Julie, come into the living room, we want to talk to you!" my dad said with excitement in his voice. It was then that I found out I was going to have a new brother or sister. My entire body lifted above the clouds and soared. I just loved babies. In the next couple of months, my life changed dramatically. We had to move out of our house and into a new neighborhood. This event was very specific in my life. Although I was so excited for a new sibling, I was extremely distraught about leaving my familiar home. It was almost as if I was a taut rope in a tug-of-war being pulled in both directions. "But Mom, the baby can sleep with me. " I remember saying to my mother. Now that I look back on the situation, I realize that it was the "comfort and familiarity" of my house that made me upset about leaving.