When I was a tot, someone gave me a gift of a little angel. My mom put it on my bedroom shelf. On my fifth birthday an angel figurine with the word "June" written on the base joined her. The angel was holding a rose, and its pink cheeks and sweet, round eyes enchanted me. Soon after that, a family friend gave me an angel holding a candle that actually lit up. These meager few formed the beginning of my childhood angel collection. I never decided on angels. It seems they chose