It was the perfect day; a breathtaking ocean view from the west African coastline, soft warm sand stretching for miles, a soda pop bottle in one hand and a fresh kabob in my other. As a seven year old kid, I didn’t think anything in my innocent world could make…
A true, heart-pounding account of my cousin Timothy’s mind-warped day. It was Fall. The leaves on the Georgia ground were brown with sparks of vivid shades of orange and red of leaves that refused to die. Like many weekends at this time, it was tradition for my cousin and I…
