Samantha Brooks
About Me
- Gregory Osborne
- My earliest memory is when I was about four. I was crouched beside my dads 1955 Pontiac, my younger sister standing beside me. We were both giggling at the hissing sound as I released the air from the front, passenger side tire. As the tire went completely flat, I turned to see my sister come out of the house with my smiling father in tow. Needless to say his smile faded every bit as quickly as my laughter. I dont remember him changing the tire, as I spent the rest of that day in my bedroom, and I DONT remember sitting down. Sitting around my kindergarten teacher for reading time, I always sat facing the windows. Almost everyday , while she read, an old frieght train would trundle past. I dont recall any of the stories, but I do remember day dreaming about being a conductor sitting in the red caboose. Sitting beside our Christmas tree, years later, I unwrapped the last of my presents. A camera, a film, and flash cubes. And I remember how happy I was.
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