Anyone else remember being born? Yea me neither. My memory starts around the age of 3 or 4, those really are just snip-it's of my life then. I don't remember everything. Like I can remember a time in daycare where my mom was bending down on one knee and talking to me about something, but… Continue reading Little Fuzzy

On the snowy night of January 8th in 1997. I was awoken by my father and told I was going to Granny's house. Well, when my dad dropped me off, I remember asking Granny where my parents were going. My mother was in labor, and they were headed to the hospital. We lived only about… Continue reading No longer an only child.

My story starts in August 1990. I was born to two wonderful parents. My mother Sharon, and my father Eric. My father was in the Navy at the time and stationed on the USS Kitty Hawk CV-63, at the time I was born it was dry docked for maintenance in Philadelphia Pennsylvania. The Naval hospital… Continue reading The beginnings