Treasure Island

Autumn Dunkelberger


My name is Autumn, I was named by my father. I was teased as a child not knowing how beautiful the name chosen for me would bring so much to my life. Although I wasn't born in Autumn season, as time went on I knew the name was for me. Somehow it fit. I felt wonderful in the season. I always love the orange, red, burgandy, yellow-brown colors that seemed to be the most vibrant colors of mother nature. Well, years have passed and I was reading in the encyclopedia one day and the true dates of the beginning and ending days of the season of autumn were the start on September twenty second and end on December twenty third. Well this, to my surprise just made me jump up in disbelief it couldnt be, I was so dumbfounded, because my parents, not knowing when they named me Autumn that the start of Autumn started on my mother's birthday September twenty second and ended on my father's birthday December twenty third, I am fourty seven now and my father passed away in 1979 but my mother got a kick out of this and so did I. I thought I'd share this surprise,

Submitted: Saturday, March 27, 2010
Edited: Friday, April 09, 2010
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