Journey begins

I used to have a blog when I was a lot younger I throughly enjoyed it. I have changed a lot since then and I don’t even want anyone to read this this is more like a public journal for me and my journey.

I have had a hard life in some respects; and in others it’s been a very easy life.

I came from a great family of ten, five brothers, 2 sisters there are eight of us kids in total. I have no regrets as far as how many siblings I had growing up. I look back at it as an adventure every day was amazing, hanging out with my best friends. We were all homeschooled and very catholic. Unlike most people that grow up in religious families I look back on it fondly. My parents were sweet, strict, hard workers, rarely ever complained and never argued in front of us. I am the second oldest I have an older sister and we were / are quite close.

I played sports and wanted to be a professional baseball player when I was quite young. I played basketball, baseball, and tennis and soccer. I was drag my mom outside everyday to throw baseballs with me and my brother George.

when I was about nine my family sold the house and we went to do missionary work in Mexico.

the most interesting part of this part of my life up to this point was no part of me was at all alarmed or even sad to leave the US I thought of it as just another adventure we would go on as a family. So for three years we lived in northern Mexico, general cepeda, zachetcas, cuatro cienegas, and cuatzacaolcos, veracruz.

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