In the Hogan
This is a picture of me when I was five. I am in the Hogan. You pronounce it “hoh'gahn”.
I was told that my mother's friend was very sick and dying of cancer. My mother had to go see her. So my grandmother offered to take me along with her to the Hogan. I was very concerned about my mother.
But then I got this wondrous feeling when I was in that Hogan. The Hogan looked small on the outside, but was much larger on the inside.
There was a time that I thought was very humorous. There was a family walking by while we were in the Hogan. Then we heard a voice say, "Oh, it's a little house!" The girl came in, unknowing that we lived in the house. Well, ever since then we have been friends with that family.
That was another thing, we met so many kind people and I think that was just about my favorite thing about the whole trip.
Chloé Porter, age 10