Pictures of Sam arrived in my mailbox on the first Wednesday of every month. I would race home from school eager to see the latest pictures of my sweet Sam. After poring over each and every picture, I would carefully place them in my small jewelry box.

Christmas money, birthday money, and my allowance all went into a savings account so that one day I would have enough money to bring Sam home.. After a year of saving every penny I received, I had one hundred and eight dollars! I eagerly removed the paperwork from its hiding place and began to fill it out. I read and re-read the completed forms twice to make sure I had included the correct information. Once I was certain, I sprinted down the hill to the mailbox and thrust the letter in the slot. As I headed back up the hill towards home, my heart swelled with pride. I could finally rescue Sam.

The following days were agony as I waited, anticipated, and

“Really special!” I proclaimed gleefully.

The years wore on and Sam and I became very close. When I needed glasses, Sam needed glasses. When I got new clothes, Sam got new clothes. When I was sad, so was Sam, and when I was happy, Sam was too. We spent hours playing, having tea-parties, and sharing our deepest secrets.

The delivery man was old, with graying hair, bright blue eyes, and a mustache that curled when he smiled down at me.

One afternoon, several years later, I arrived home late from school, bubbling over with the excitement of receiving my first baby-sitting job, making some new friends, and getting an A on my science test. It wasn’t until late that evening that I realized I had forgotten to even acknowledge Sam. I felt horribly guilty, and promised to make it up to her by having a tea party that weekend. On the weekend however, I baby-sat on Saturday and went to see my grandparents on Sunday. The weekend was over before I realized that once again I had forgotten about Sam. Soon, the cares of life increased, and the time I spent with Sam grew less and less as I spent more and more time with my friends and family.

Here, at last, was Samantha (Sam) Parkington. Her curly b

Some topics in this essay:
Sam Parkington, Pictures Sam, Sam Soon, Federal Express, Love Life, Care” Eagerly, Finally April, love april 2, fell love april, curly brown hair, brown paper, box wrapped brown, curly brown, realized forgotten, front door, wrapped brown, april 2 1995, brown bangs, fell love, 2 1995, love life, box wrapped,