The earliest memories

I'm writing this 3/19/05 and dating it back, so there is a history.....

My son was, and I want to change that to IS, a fun, caring, loving, spiritual, outgoing, kind boy and young man. Living in two households, very different, until he was thirteen; we shared him and not without strife. He seemed to manage well, got good grades, had friends, played music from the time he was little, first the violin, then the drums (far better), spent a lot of time outdoors, and was very adventourous, funny, even irreverant.

I have hundreds of pictures of him mocking it up, grandstanding with friends, laughing, hugging the cat, and being ever so playful. We went on at least a couple of trips a year, got lost, laughed, saw new things. I taught him to drive at 15 1/2 and at 16, we took a 1500 mile trip to Ashland from the Bay area. We swam in the Sacramento River on a boiling day, and in Ashalnd we loved a Shakesperean play, drove back through Las Vegas, down to LA and then on to Tijuana for the Jai Alai games. Some normal quarreling about his driving a bit too fast (he got a ticket), and once ran off the road to the other side of the highway, sparing our lives.

Everyone has these stories.....