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$My Story offers photography workshops to kids enrolled in the SUN program at various Portland public schools. These photographs are from workshops facilitated at Robert Gray Middle School and Markham Elementary. SUN\'s Mission is to improve the lives of children, their families and the community through partnering with local school communities to extend the school day and develop schools as \$

When I was little, I had a dream about....falling.

$I felt proud when I became a U.S. citizen. I am part of the United States, and that\'s something to be proud of.$

$People think I\'m a quiet person, but I can be loud.$

Someone is shooting arrows at everyone and we are at college. There is a swimming pool and I am running fast in a long, pastel skirt. I am trying to get away from the man shooting arrows.

In this picture, I feel there is a tune of sorrow, like a loved one lost. The sweet smell of a rose to your nose. A sweet game of checkers going on in Central Park. The soft string of a bow across a violin.

felt shy when me and my mom drove to the airport where the shuttles drop off people coming from International flights. My dad had been gone for 3 months and I couldn’t wait to see him. My dad was gone because he was adopting a boy, and I had never met him before. I saw them coming and I didn’t know what to say to him. I felt free around my dad, but not with the boy. My mom told me to give him a hug, so I did. It was very awkward. I didn’t know what to do the whole day, but by the end of the day I felt a little better.

Moles. They get to dig. No rules. They sit there all day getting fat and eating worms, making people mad, and moving in their underground lairs. Although they can’t see, they can dig under trees to China. I’m jealous of moles.

$My dad is in the Air Force, and he was somewhere in Iraq in the war, and he didn\'t call me for weeks, and I was really, really worried, because I thought he might have got hurt, or even killed!!!$

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NaamahAge: 12

In this picture, I feel there is a tune of sorrow, like a loved one lost. The sweet smell of a rose to your nose. A sweet game of checkers going on in Central Park. The soft string of a bow across a violin.

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