Our Story: Begins in California

The very first thing I can remember… A “snapshot image” memory of a hallway, small, a single light above, two doors on either end. I seem to know without seeing it that there’s a stair case beside me. Somehow I know that I was headed from my bedroom to my parents’ room. I was young here. So young some might say that I couldn’t possibly remember these things. But there’s more….I remember sitting on the floor of that apartment kitchen dumping a box of cereal to get with the prize within. How sneaky I must have thought I was! My