flashback: sean style

20 years ago. where were you? where was i? those were the good ol' days.

in the then-expanding south fort collins i was. i was eating mindlessly. i was speaking giberishly. i was playing thoughtlessly. "a-kee-ak" i called my brother patrick. "ah-gahh" i called my brother peter. heck if i know what i called my parents - mommy and daddy i assume.

some have accused me, or should i say credited me, of being diplomatic. i was no different then. i decided to be born on my dad's 30th birthday. i took my first steps 14 1/2 months later on mother's day. i may not have cared what sandwiches my mom fed me or what chocolate chips my dad sneaked me, because i was as care free as a spring bird. i was fed. i was clothed. i was carried. i was held. i slept. i cried. i ate. i played. what more could anyone ask?

i was living life pre-soccer, pre-school, pre-life practically. i could walk around having just woken up and not care what people thought. i could take naps and was encouraged to do so. my parents called me a "squirt" and my brothers beleaguered me. i went with my dad to pick up my brothers from school and i tagged along when they were with friends. sure, i may have been (am) a pest at times, but "what doens't kill you makes you stronger." i should have appreciated life then. i should appreciate life now. i did. i do.

that's it. la vie de sean à l'âge deux. the life of sean at age two.