A spring day in fifth grade would have been just like any other, except my book report was due. I had read about and researched Lucille Ball, and was ready to dress the part while I presented information to the class. I borrowed my mom’s polka dot dress and bright red lipstick. Two strategically-placed balloons not only made me appear older, they garnered the laughs that only Lucille could. I remember that day, and my research project, more than any other book report I did in elementary school. I want those memories for my students as well.