My birthday is December 7, and almost every year we would go to Salt Lake for my birthday. My mom's family had a reunion around that time, and it was usually the weekend of the Festival of Trees. The Festival of Trees is a charity event for Primary Children's Hospital where people decorate trees and then auction them off giving the money to the hospital. When I was in third grade, we went as a big extended family to see the Festival of Trees. I remember the anticipation I felt going into the Salt Palace, holding my Grandmother's hand, walking through the entrance guarded by giant nutcrackers. Everyone had been telling me all day how much I would enjoy the Festival of Trees and I felt the excitement in my stomach. When we finally made it inside the huge convention center, we saw the most beautiful trees. I was entranced with how many different trees there were, and how beautifully they were decorated. I had such a desire to make something that beautiful, and asked my mom if we could decorate a tree the next year to donate to the festival ourselves. She told me that it was too far (it was 3 hours away) for us to do a tree, but that the next year I could decide how we would decorate our tree for our home. What a huge task laid ahead of me, and I only hoped that I was up for it.
             I thought all year long, how we would decorate our tree. I was so excited for it to be as beautiful as the one's we had seen in Salt Lake. I finally had decided that we would have a pink tree, pink being my favorite color, decorated with iridescent ornaments. I was an imaginative child, and very particular.
             Finally, November rolled around and I decided that now would be the time to let my mom know how I had decided how to decorate our tree. One day out of the blue, I told her that I had been contemplating the big Christmas Tree decision and finally came to a conclusion. My mom seemed a little surprised that I had been so detail o
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