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New Section Time

Well, I thought it was time to do a little ME time here. So, I have created a new category called "Me" (strangely enough) and I will post bits of my life here that I havent already done. Think of it as a autobiography in installments. Now this does not mean that you will get a lot of dirty details, lots of stuff in my life will be and remain personal and private. But you will get to read some good stories of my life.

In The Beginning
Well, as you may or may not know, I am the son of a mild carpenter and his wife mary. Heh. Sorry, I couldnt resist.

I was born here in Winnipeg, a little less then thirty years ago (getting ancient here now) to a set of parents who did the best they could. I have wonderful parents who do anything for me without spoiling me. The hospital I was born at was the same place my mom as well as a couple of her older sisters, had worked at for a few years and so when I was ushered into the world, I had a lot of people waiting for a glimpse. I was my parents first child, as well as the first grandchild (which means that my grandparents spoiled me rotten).

My first place of residence was way out in the west end of the city. I lived there for four years, of which I remember the last year or so. I dont really remember that much about the inside of the house, but I remember the back yard and oddly enough, our neigherbours house. I used to spend a lot of time over at our neighbours house. They had a young girl about my age and a young boy about my brothers age. I remember that the mother and my mom were good friends and that I was allowed to come and go from their house whenever I wanted. The young girls name was Lora-Lee and when I was 3, I asked her to marry me. She said yes and then I moved away. I dont really remember all that much about that first house, as I tended to spend a lot of time elsewhere. At that time my mom took me everywhere she went and we went a lot of places. I grew up more at other peoples houses visiting then I did at my own home. My mom and I spent a lot of time at her sisters places, mostly my aunty Irma's place and my aunty Janets house. Irma was one of my moms older sisters (well they were all older now that I think about it) and she ran a day care center out of her house. I dont recall a lot about the kids she had at her house, as I think most of them sucked and were mean. My moms sister Janet had a bunch of kids way older then me and so I remember them as long haired hippie kids (John looks like John Lennon in a lot of his pictures) and not as the doctors and parents they have become. Janet had a pool at her place , but I was too young to swim in it then and by the time I was old enough, they had moved from that home.

Our second home and the longest one, was in Charleswood, still in the west end of the city but now across the river. This house was larger, and blue. My dad has a thing for the colour blue. The house was (and still is) painted blue and white. It has a large garage and huge backyard. I think that was what got me when we first moved there, the back yard is very large a house in any city. I dont think too many kids growing up these days get to have a house as big as ours with a back yard as bit as ours was. My brother and I could play soccer and football easily, we had lots of room for our two dogs (ill talk about them another time).

Lots of stuff happened while we lived at the second house. There were about three forest fires near our house, two of which required that people leave the area. There was the time some kid tried to run my friends and I over with his dirt bike and there was the time a tornado almost touched down on our street. Lots happened at the school down the street from me, where I went for about 6 years and played at for at least 10 or more. There was a 7-11 type store near our house that was a staple in my life for a long, long time and there was even an A & W too.

Well, next time I will talk about my grandparents, where they came from and who they are. I would like to try and talk about some of the adventures I had growing up at the second house, but I will have to remember some first.

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