I brought a picture from my eighteenth birthday party, when my tennis team came over and we had a silly string fight. This picture is highly emotional for me, because my team was my family. I moved around a lot as a kid, because my dad was in the military. Most of my friendships didn't last very long, because I have never lived in the same place longer than three years.
My tennis team coming to my birthday was my favorite memory from high school. I'm still close to the people who were on the team. We had three foreign exchange students from Germany, and I'm still close enough that I went to visit them in Germany last summer.
I have laughed and cried with my high school tennis team, and they are perfect for my pathos artifact.
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