| Road Trip by Megan Baker Kurv Magazine. |
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I was born on June 30th, 1991. I often say I wasn’t born into a familyof artists because I didn’t want people to think I was influenced at anearly age by my parents to become one, because I wasn’t. My mother is(now) a musical therapist for people with developmental disabilities. Myfather owns a floral shop that his father owned, and he often walks towork. Growing up, I was an outdoor kid. I flourished in the small townenvironment. I lived on the alley and down that alley was where mybest friend Sam lived. She has been my best friend since I was three.Sam and I didn’t play house, we didn’t play hop-scotch or jumprope. It was almost as if we were too good for that... We had planets,and alternate dimensions. I began photography by documenting thoseplaces, mainly, Beanie Baby Planet.Eight or so years later, at 15, we were driving along a countyroad, on one of our summer photo excursions. I miss the hell out of .....I miss the petty arguments over the map. Being lost somewhere in central Illinois, we were surrounded by corn – we are always surrounded by corn. My mother was driving on a crazy gravel road. She was worried that the tyres were going to pop. Samantha was sitting in the back behind my mum clutching her cell phone, telling us that the children of the corn were coming to get her and that she was going to call the police. My mom told me later that she kept hearing some kind of odd whimpering coming from the back seat..... Kurv15.
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