About Me:
Story of my life
It all started in 1984 on a sunny winter morning, the sun just broke over the horizon, the sunrays beamed into the hospital window. The clock is just past 6:10 am, at that moment a baby cried for the first time, that baby was me.
Two days later my feet touched the ocean for the first time, naturally I have no memory of any of this, the part that I know have been told over to me by my parents.
A few years later and I’m now young boy, I spent my days in the outdoors, when not on the beach my time was passed playing in the dirt as well as exploring the vacant lot adjoining my backyard..
As a child I had a very active imagination that was fuelled further by being exposed to the outdoors and the ocean. Later in life after moving away from the cost I started playing
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