���������Just as a journey begins with a single step, a story begins with a single word.� So here I am.� Here lies my journey alongside my story.
����������� My name is Richard Crimson.� I was born and raised in North Carolina in a beautiful house on the lake.�� Every summer, along with my five siblings, I'd go swimming there.� On a hot afternoon, the sparkling water was cool and refreshing, giving us the energy we needed to get through the day.
����������� Standing here on the beach makes me remember.� My childhood innocence flashes before my eyes.� And now it's gone - carried away with a wave.� Now I must face the present; I have to confront the truth.
����������� My story is not one that ends happily ever after.� If you're looking for a happy ending, I'd suggest you close this book right now.� The story I'm about to tell you is filled with laughter and sorrow.� Smiles and pain.� Tears that will slowly melt your heart.
����������� I close my eyes and bathe in the warm air.� My toes rest in the sand while my arms dangle at my sides.� I bow my head. God, help me through this.� I gently open my eyes and gaze at the deep orange horizon.� I picture her in the front of my mind.
����������� Thus begins my journey of words.