My Roots

You can imagine my mom's pride when people said "What a pretty little girl you have!". By the way, this was the last time I was cute, and if you don't believe me, check out 8th grade, and if you still don't believe me, check out the "I just got all my money, tickets, and passport stolen" photo.

Random memories:

Being born in Lakewood, N.J. (just kidding)... falling through a skylight and breaking my arm... getting chased on the playing field by some girl... the Electric Company... friendship beads... romping through the woods... the longest summers of my life... jumping my bike... my brother swallowing two teeth after not making the jump... playing with fire... getting in trouble for playing with fire... master ninja boy... D&D... Atari... chores... nap time on plastic mats at the day care... head butting a wasp's nest... getting reunited with my mom... visiting her in Hawaii (way cool)... parachute pants... breakdancing... spending countless hours on my Commodore 64... getting traced by the powers that be... "Members Only" jackets... staring at my hand (crushed by a large brick block) and hearing my brother in the house "Nanny! Nanny! David did something neat to his hand!"...

Spending countless hours in adolescent seclusion... reading... reading... blowing the house's circuit breaker for the first time... Getting the "Green Machine", a '71 Chevelle... replacing the front clip on that Chevelle... appreciating the front bench seat in that Chevelle... playing a lot of basketball... working at a store right off the beach in Galveston... boogie boarding... sitting on the seawall on a cool night...

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