When I was younger, I use to say that “I live in a little green house in America” which was true, and I guess the safer answer to reply to strangers with (as apposed to my actual address). I have grown up in the same little house, in “America” (aka: Beverly) forever! Although its a lot larger, actually possessing a second floor and real attack, the house which is now a sand color(not mint green), is still called home to me.
My childhood was a very happy one. I grew up with my mom who has always run the show, my goofball dad, who is more of a kid than I am (still) and my younger brother Joe. My childhood was very adventurous and always jam packed full of laughter and love.
My neighborhood is very unique. There were 3 kids my exact age (Allyse, Arty, Amy), 2 a year older (Emily, Margaret) and bunch more a year or two older than that ( which were basically siblings of those 5). Growing up, attached to two dead end streets, my yard quickly became the hang out spot. I am so fortunate and lucky to have shared all of my childhood ( even some into adulthood) years with this wonderful group of people who I call friends. My dad set up rope swings and obstacle courses in my back yard, zip-lines, slip and slides, orchestrated games like dodgeball, flashlight tag and manhunt as my mom supervised some of his crazy ( and somewhat dangerous) activities.
Having a childhood as the one I was given set me up for my creative and fun-filled life. It allowed me to express myself and learn to grow that its ok to be yourself and be a little goofy and weird at times. I love the life that I was given and I am so blessed to have my family and friends be so supportive for my creative passion for the arts. With these small memories combinded, they added up to be the most powerful experiences to help create who I am today.