(Meeting Sam)

The day I met Sam Puckett was a day I would never forget. See, Sam used to be SHY, of all things. Yeah, you heard me, Sam Puckett, not scared of anybody or anything, used to be nothing but a shy little six year old. That day, I had started coloring my picture of Patty the Pig (these coloring sheets were made to help us kids learn the alphabet), when Mrs. Seeley announced we had a new student. I spun around, anxious to see who it was. Sam walked through that door, her blonde hair in pig tails (you heard me right-PIG TAILS), wearing a small blue play-dress. Her mom held her hand, introduced her to the teacher, and pushed Sam into our classroom. When her mom left, Sam stared at the floor as the teacher escorted her to the front of the class and introduced her to us as Samantha Jennette Puckett. Sam muttered something that sounded like "Die lame is Pam". "What did you say sweetheart?" Mrs. Seeley whispered to her. That's when I saw Sam's eyes for the first time. She looked up at Mrs. Seeley with those pretty blue eyes and said crystal clearly "My name is not Samantha, my name is Sam."