I was born in July 1969 (I'm 39 STOP doing the math). I have three brothers. Mark, David and Tony. They are 8, 6 and 5 years older than me. We lived in Southern California but moved to a small town in Tennessee when I was about 5.
My dad's co-worker also moved from California to Tennessee and they lived on the street behind us. There were no fences then so Melissa and I spent every minute together. We are still friends.
We had a 3 bedroom house and I was jealous because my brothers got to share a room. I used to crawl in there because I liked hearing them talk. I had one of those play phones you could listen and I would leave one in there and take the other one with me.
My parents got divorced when I was 7. My dad left on April Fools Day. It was raining.
My dad just moved to the next town and I think we spent most weekends with him. After a while he moved back to California. My parents gave us the choice of where/who we wanted to go with. I think that is when Mark left, I just wanted to be wherever Tony was.
We would visit my dad in the summer. I had a whole other set of friends in California. I would see them every year. My dad's parents and sister lived out here. My mom's mom lived here too. We would visit everyone and be spoiled like crazy.
At some point David moved out to Ca with my dad. My mom re-married.
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Love this post, you know I love stories and where people came from. Can't wait to hear more.
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