Gee, thanks guys!

I was born in December, in a little crap hole of a town just south of Seattle. My parents got married 2 days before I was born. I guess I was 6 weeks late being born, so the running joke is I was waiting for them to get hitched to come out. Not long after I was born, we moved to Nebraska, then to Colorado until I was about 3 or 4 years old. I vaugely remember parts of Colorado, like riding my bike, watching a movie on HBO and coloring in my easy off crayon abc's book. I also remember walking to the park one day with my dad, and him whittling things from wood with his pocket knife while I played in the sand. The next memories I have are from California, when we moved in with my maternal grandparents and lived in their garage. I had a lot of shit happen while we lived there, like my uncle playing mubly peg on me, shooting at me (and missing) and him convincing me to jump on a red ant hill and being attacked by them. Then my little sister was born, and shortly after we moved back to WA. When we moved back up here, we didn't have a place to stay, so first we lived in a motel, then on to live in a camping trailer in my dad's cousin's back yard until we got a place of our own. I'm skipping a lot of stories I have here, because, well, I'm lazy.