"For what it's worth, I was just a underdeveloped boy stricken by curiosity. It was her, and only her that made me a unworthy, intelligible, man. For that I'm grateful, for the smell of her will always remind me of the cold metal of the tilt-a-whirl and dirty blonde hair. Her pea coat, so simple, yet she made it look so elegant. For that night at the carnival in December, I'll remember. After all, that's where my life began."All Rights Reserved