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Growing up in Vermont

I was born in a farmhouse when I was about 5 years old. Of course that makes no sense, but it's just that the first memories I have are in that house. I'm actually told that I was born in a hospital in St. Johnsbury, Vermont in 1978, but I don't believe them.

Up until about 1986, my family lived in the farmhouse. So named because across the street is a farm owned by my paternal grandparents. Yes, that's right folks, I grew up on a farm. Some random memories of growing up on the farm are as follows: getting attacked by a horse; climbing in a tree beside the house; trying to ride a horse with my brother and having the saddle fall off; jumping around in the hay and walking on beams in the hay bay; having a welding torche tank fall on my right index finger; manure; chickens; a goat; my father milking cows; seeing a cow give birth; playing around in all the old attic stuff; listening to vinyl records; going to the fair; my parents getting a Tandy 1000 computer; and all my paternal and maternal relatives.

Sometime around 1986-87, we moved to a house on the backside of a lake about a mile from the farmhouse. The backside of the lake is made up of a dirt road and a bunch of summer camps. I don't really recall when it happened but at some point after moving to the house, which was winterized for year round living, my parents got divorced. My dad just lived at the farmhouse, while my mother, sister, brother, and I lived at the camp house.

As I mentioned before the camp is located right on the lake front and is surrounded mostly by trees. Some memories of living there are getting my cat; riding around in the boat; a fatal ATV accident; falling off my bike and getting a huge scar on my knee; Naomi; attempting to swim in the lake; the ledges at the top of the hill in the woods; getting in my first car accident; Meika; camping out in the woods with Karri and Sam; and fighting with my brother a lot.

In 1996, I moved to Rochester, NY to attend the Rochester Institute of Technology. While at RIT, my mom built a new house about 15 minutes for the camp. On the occasions when I go home I stay at either the camp or the house where my mom currently lives. It looks quite a lot like a barn. The first floor, which has about a 13 foot high ceiling, is a mechanics garage. The second floor is the actual living area.

There you have it, a brief history of my memories growing up in VT and where I lived.