Prologue
If you had to deliver to someone the facts and events of your past what would you give them. One’s life has so many perilous actions that choosing even a few would seem rather mute. To say the least it would acquire a mind unfettered by personal convictions and human judgements. I sit here in this cell contemplating these thoughts because I want others to know my story and the tragedy that it now has become. As it stands now, I have exactly 30 days to live before my execution. Fear cripples at my soul every time I think of it, to no one's day of death is a difficult thing to comprehend, let alone accept. This fear I have has helped me purify my soul and open my heart. I now understand what life truly can be when you let it exact its purpose upon your soul. I have so many thoughts pouring through my mind daily that it has made me want to speak of fortunes I once squandered and troubles I once created. The subject you are about to read is my life in its entirety, frame by frame as I remember it, un edited, and full of events good and bad. I urge you to read and learn from my life, to grow and listen to my heart as it will invariably fall into your hands. As it stands now I fully engage your hearts to understanding mine.
Sincerely, Samuel French
Inmate 647183 October 29th, 2006
No. 1
My childhood was truly something I can never forget. The days we're so full of love and happiness, all of which I can only attribute to the love my parents gave me. My father and I would always spend our free time together; he was always willing to be with me. He was my hero; we played sports, watched cartoons and made fun of my mom religiously. But for all the banter she received from the two of us, she certainly knew how to make my day, even if I never deserved it. My mother was so beautiful, sweet and caring that to be honest it sickens me to how much I miss her now. I can still feel her hands running through my hair as she read me a night time story in bed, her calm voice oozing me to sleep. Being that I was their only child, I can totally profess to you now that, yeah they spoiled me. We grew up in a modest home in Toronto, we had what was needed, car, food, things, etc. The neighbourhood was safe, clean and most of all fun. Those days were unbelievable to me that looking back on them now seems like it never even happened, that it was just a dream. My mom was so happy; she smiled all the time, even if she’d been having a bad day, her demeanour with me never changed. My dad worked hard, he was always at work trying to provide for us, his job was demanding, he was a broker on Bay Street in Toronto; but that didn’t relinquish him from giving me any and all of his free time, he always had time for me. I was a good kid; well I tried to be one at least. I really loved school, I made friends easily, I was on the soccer team, and I loved math class. Looking back on it, I was kind of a goody two shoes, not a nerd but just well a good kid. Yeah so I had it good, my life was great, that was until I was 12. Things certainly changed then.
to be continued...
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