I was born on October 12, 1971, at 2:56 in the morning, at St. Rose DeLima Hospital, in Henderson, Nevada. I am the youngest of five children with eight years between me and the nearest sibling. Not only the baby but the baby by a number of years...Ugh!(More on that later!) I grew up in East Las Vegas, Nevada, now given the more ascetically pleasing name of Whitney. I lived at 5022 Hayward Avenue for the better part of of my formative years, until the age of 23. I'm getting ahead of myself though. While I do have a Father, I don't have any memories of him and, to me anyways, he has been little more than a sperm donor. My earliest memory is of riding up and down the hallway on the first bike I ever got for Christmas. I also have fond memories of my sister Debra flying me like an airplane on top of her feet. My earliest memories are of my brothers being in the Military. I was proud of that fact, but I would compare my earliest memories of them feeling more like uncles than brothers, more due to distance and infrequency of contact more than anything else. I was always jazzed when either one came home. My core childhood family, at home, was my Mother and two sisters, Debra and Lynda. Both chased me around everywhere they went and helped me out with scouting and the like. My brothers John and Clint helped me with various projects involving Scouting as well. They were both an important part of my life.
I remember being babysat by Billy Worth's Mom and playing "Wonder Woman" with the little blonde haired girl that lived in the same Cul-de-Sac. I was always ending up in the bind of the Lasso of Truth. (Thus began my life long love of surfer girl blondes.) I also remember the super cool miniature Western Main Street the Sanders had built to the side of their house. I have fond memories of the Burnes family and their son Brett. He was a wonderful childhood friend. Peter Burnes Confirmed and Baptized me a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. He also turned me on to "the Beach Boys" and "the Mamas and the Papas". I never can hear "Monday, Monday" or "Sloop John B" without thinking of him. For some reason, Shakey's Pizza always reminds me of my early childhood, that and a big locomotive train in a park.
My childhood's not over yet as there is more to come...
