Life, when does it begin? Countless discussions have centered on this topic. In my humble opinion, my life began at age three. My earliest memory is an event when I was three years old. Of course, I existed prior to that fateful day. I ate, slept and, I assume, interacted with others. So what? If I don’t remember it, I don’t think it is really counts for much. I like to think of the time prior to that first memory as the preparatory period for when my life really began.
This site will contain little snippets from my life. If reading about my life doesn't sound interesting to you, I totally understand and won't blame you in the least if you decide to move on. Even I think some of the things that happened in my life are lame, and it's my life. For the most part, however, I feel my life has been, if nothing else, interesting. So, feel free to take a stroll down memory lane with me.
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