I had my Olympic gold medal cut up into eleven pieces. Gave all eleven of my kids a piece. It'll come together again when they put me down.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Over the years, I've made many sacrifices to win two Olympic gold medals and put together winning streaks that will never be broken.
Adding an Olympic medal to everything that I have already accomplished would be so huge for me.
The feeling of accomplishment welled up inside of me, three Olympic gold medals. I knew that was something nobody could ever take away from me, ever.
It took putting one foot in front of the other every single day to get through it to the point where I made it back on the team and won a gold medal in 2008.
With each piece I've completed I have worked to make it intact, and each of them has been an equal high. It's like children. A mother refuses to pick out one as a favorite, and I can't do any better with the dances.
When I decided to go for four gold medals I planned it out over a few years. It was in four different events and there was a lot to it.
My goal is to win a gold medal at the Olympic Games, and I'll fight and continue going until I do that.
To win a joint gold medal with my brother - that's the dream, to cross the line together.
For six years, I kept my five Olympic medals wrapped in a plastic bread bag beneath my bed.
Heck, gold medals, what can you do with them?