My Life


Let's see. I was born in the middle of a blizzard on the Great Lakes Naval Base to a Cuban naval officer and a beautiful nurse from Miami. We lived on the base in a brick house where my mother dreamed of sunny Florida and my father read Popular Science magazines. A couple months later we moved to Miami, where my only memories are climbing a tree in the front yard, eating Coco Puffs while watching Scobee-Doo, and biting all my classmates at the Debbie School.

My brother Michael was born was born the week before we moved to St. Petersburg, where my father was employed by All Children's Hospital. I vaguely remember moving into a town house that smelled like month-balls and had no backyard. We did have cable though, and I fell in love with the USA Cartoon Express. That luxury was quickly revoked when we moved into the bright yellow house on the corner with the Cousin It plant in the backyard. I lived without the basic necessity of cable for almost five years. But we did get a VCR! It was a nice house, except for the color. It was so bright yellow you could see it from a plane forty miles away.

My sister Lizzy was born in that house, which moved Michael into my room. Normally I would have enjoyed the company, but you see, Michael was crazy. He was called "Beast Man" and ate all of my father's plants. If you know my father you can imagine how happy he was. Most nights consisted of Michael throwing dolls at me and crying when I wouldn't give them back. Even then Michael had a strong arm. The only difference is now he can control his temper. Like the time he hit me with a baseball bat. That was great!

Elementary School was a wonderful experience; most of the kids in my class ate paste and stuck crayons in their ears. The first day I met Chris and Todd, who pretty much are exactly the same. Although, Chris speaks a little less and Todd won't trip you, as often. Other than that and Little League Baseball, I can't recollect too much.

We can just skip middle school and move right along.

High School comprised some of my fondest memories. Wakeboarding, playing football in Trevor's yard, Baseball, and Soccer were things I'll never forget. And John and Bessie on the bus to Grad Nite. Anyway, High School was time in my life where I learned the most important rule of all: always tuck in your shirt. Where would I be today if it wasn't for such strict guidance? I couldn't imagine what college would be like if everyone didn't learn this in High School.

Speaking of college, what a place! Don't ever leave.

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