If I only knew then what I know now, I might have done it all so differently. But then again, maybe not. My wife and I have these discussions about the regrets that we have. (Yes, we have regrets. If you have no regrets then you are either lying or you haven’t done much.) But when it comes right down to it, we both are thankful for the mistakes that we have made because they have made us the people that we are today… and we both like the people that we are today.
It all started out easy enough. I was the sixth of six children; the youngest by almost 7 years. The oldest child in my family, Cathy, had died at the age of three about 9 years before I was born. So I was the fifth child in an already crowded house. Because I was so much younger than my brothers and sisters, I grew up with the advantages of being the ‘baby’ of the family but didn’t have much competition at all. I’ve always thought of myself as an only child with two older brothers and two older sisters. When I was about 10, my mother and father separated and my Mom and I moved out on our own.
What more is there to say except… everything. Hopefully, this site will start to collect some of those thoughts and ideas over the years. If not, then this will have to be enough. If it does, then that’s fine, too.