Springfield, Virginia Pt. 1


We moved from Fairfax, Virginia to Springfield, Virginia when I was seven years old. We moved into a townhouse on Supreme Court. I went to Garfield Elementary School.

The main friend I remember was Heather Andrews. She lived right across the street.

I think I had a problem with stealing right after starting at this school. The thing I remember stealing was a Barbie doll from this girls desk. I don’t know why I did it. And told my parents that when they asked me. I can remember even then feeling as though I didn’t fit in. I don’t know how in the world I thought, in my seven-year old mind, that stealing was the way to go.

I think pretty soon after that I went to see the psychologist. I can remember in probably the third grade when I wrote a note to the class and left it on the teacher’s desk. I told them that I knew I didn’t fit in and that I didn’t want to return to class.

The teacher read it to the students and then called me back in class. Looking back on that now it’s so embarrassing.

Even at a young age I remember a fascination with babies. One day I was walking to the park and I saw this lady walking her baby. So, I went up and promptly asked her if I could hold her baby.

Her name was Joan Todd. After that day I went to her house almost every day. Her son’s name was Richard. Joan’s husband was an over the road truck driver. Joan became my best friend. She used to come and pick me up and we’d go to the mall and other places. It was near Christmas and we went to this place called “The Party Store”. They were having a contest to win a BIG stocking filled with games, etc… We put our name in this things that spun like the Bingo thing.  We went back up at the time of the drawing. I got to reach in and pull out the names (the rule was that you had to be there to win). I pulled out one name and they weren’t there. I pulled out another and they weren’t there either. Then I reached in a third time and read the name…holy cow! That’s my name! So, I won!!!

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The Early Years…Virginia


We came back to the States when I was five. The only thing I remember about flying back to the Unites States was our layover in Alaska. There was this huge stuffed polar bear in the airport. The thing that struck me the most though was looking out the airport window and thinking it looked like God had painted the sky just for me.

Coming Home

Our first place that we lived was in an apartment in Falls Church, Virginia.

I have some crazy memories of living in that apartment.

The guy that lived in a neighboring apartment who used to roll his eyelids back who used to scare my little sister to the point that she swore she would NEVER leave the house again.

My sister who was around three at the time got in a hit and run bike accident. We went for an ambulance ride to the hospital where we found out that Lynn’s leg had been broke.

Going to midnight mass on Christmas Eve and came home to discover that our apartment had gotten broken into while we were at church. The thieves left a lot of things that would have been worth money but they stole the jar that my parents kept all their change in.