This is where I was born, and I loved it. I remember Valentines Day and Mothers Day parties at Crest Lake Park, where we’d write on the sidewalk in chalk. I only lived about a block away on Laura St. I want to go back and see if my old house still exists. My best friends name was Jessica Stohr (sp?) and her moms name was Sarah. I remember visiting the beach every weekend, and this big ugly orangey brown stucco hotel that was right there on the beach. I remember the lesbians who lived across the street, one of them was a photographer named Chris and I still have some beautiful pictures she took of me. And my big brother would always visit them and they bought him toys. Then they moved to Colorado.