This weekend we spent some time out in nature photographing an old friend and a new one. Rima is an old high school friend, and her daughter Brooke is a brand new friend...though at first we weren't sure. She was shy and nervous when we met, and didn't seem to be in the mood to make new friends or have her picture taken. And then the marshmallows came out. I hid a marshmallow in each hand and made her pick one...her smile outshone the sun and from that point on, we were friends. She even called me the 'Marshmallow Man' when we left. After a while, a marshmallow war broke out and if you look close at that last picture, you'll see that Brooke is very good at marshmallow War! INCOMING!
I was born, as many of us were, a very young child. The hospital was in Connecticut , and so were my parents, which made it convenient. Until the age of 7, I grew up in a small Massachusetts town called Middleboro. I had a better than average childhood with very little money. I spent days playing with my friends, picking berries, and generally finding mischief wherever I could. Only once were the police involved.
I met Evelyn at a time when my life was at a crossroads. Her love saved my life and gave me hope.
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