1978 to 1995
Growing up in West Virginia
My family moved to West Virginia when I was 2 years old, so it is really the only place I can remember being as a child. My parents were looking for some affordable land with a house they could fix up, and they certainly found it. I'm told we all lived in the kitchen at first, because it was the only livable room in the house. It is amazing the transformation that the house and land have undergone in the past 30 years. My parents have put a lot of love and hard work into the place, and it certainly shows.
I pretty much have nothing but positive memories from my childhood. I loved my family and the place that we lived. I still do.
My brother Dave was born when I was 4 years old. Being the big brother, I of course had to torture him some, but overall, I think we got along pretty well.