Cochran Legacy (I Remember The Cochran Circus)

Cochran Legacy (I Remember The Cochran Circus)

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This is not a story of my life, my kidddnapping, trauma and my family's pain. This is our story and OUR legacy. This is our home. We are a dying breed that can not be duplicated and we must stick together in order to inform people, bring joy & smiles upon them & all who join them on the opening nights of the one, the biggest, the only, The Carnival Of Glass by The Cochran Circus. We may have been burnt, beaten & broken, but we still have fragments & the ink in our veins with blood of love, support & dreams, is thick. It leaves a lasting scripture among the people who we brought laughter & happiness to. The very ones who turned our home to ash, while we fought to offer a means of relief...of sanctuary like what my Father & his father before him built for those we cherish & love. A haven for all to step out of their duties, pain & obligations during a year of War. This isn't my story. This isn't my parent's story, this is the story of a home being built, destroyed & desperate to stand again. A well-oiled machine crucial to the War Effort & an ancient machine that of which cannot function with a missing part: a child, the next generation & the sole owner's only child & with him, his love's daughter. **** Telling my story, our story through art & poetry to raise awareness, teach people, share wisdom & my experiences so that we may bring the ones who destroyed, hurt & separated my family... kidnapped me from the only home I've ever known to justice. This awareness will expose those people & help me return home to my family, my purpose & my legacy with my Mother & Father. Help me so I may spread the word that there is so much more out there, there's more to every thing than meets the eye, there's no such thing as coincidences only connection & the universe is full of things unknown, unseen, unexplained, inexplicable, unheard & unexperienced that we fear to explore due to fear of the unknown and as my Father says: "the unexpected".
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I was different; I was special. That was one thing that my mother and father had told me as I was growing up. They told me that they were proud of my twin brother and me, and I believed them. I could see the pride in their eyes. However, I knew that my twin didn't believe them. He was peculiar, my twin. Bad stuff seemed to happen to him, and it made his life miserable. He did hang out with me and seemed to enjoy my company, but there were days where he couldn't stand me for some reason. Mom never made it a competition between us. She loved us both equally and showed us the same amount of love and attention, even with five more children. She told us every day that she was proud of us, but that wasn't enough for my twin. No, something happened one day and made his whole attitude change. And, I was about to find what it was and how my mother became the Director of our small group. Because sometimes, the end of a story is not the end. It is only the beginning. _______________________________________ NOTE: IF YOU READ THIS BOOK ON ANY OTHER APP BESIDES WATTPAD THEN IT IS COPYRIGHT INFRINGEMENT. I GAVE NO ONE PERMISSION TO USE MY BOOK AND HAVE NOT POSTED IT ANYWHERE ELSE, SO... YA. REPORT THAT BOOK. Thanks.

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