Memories started early in life for the head sinner. Let me say that some memories will never be talked about. But the first memory we can talk about was at the age of 7 months; I remember my mother asking me to get her the ash tray, and I remember walking across the living room to get it for her. When I grew up I asked my mother how old I was when I began to walk; she confirmed that I was 7 months old and so smart that I could walk and get things for her. I often wonder with such a good start in life what went wrong. But I have learned; it is a fool who looks for logic in an Ill-logical and insane world where a young boy let on the loose should never have been released.

My next memory

I was born in Marysville California and was raised in Modesto California. I grew up in Riverdale track as the locals there call it. The Tuolumne River was 2 blocks from my home.

The Tuolumne River varied in width ranging from 50 to 200 feet. The depth over all was 3 feet with deep scattered holes ranging from 10 to 100 feet. The river bottom and the banks were as sandy as the beach in Hawaii. It’s current during the summer months were very slow perhaps 1 mile per hr and during the winter at times it would swell and become a raging force. My fondest memories were on that river.

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