This part is a little fuzzy - I don't actually remember it, but when I was still an infant, Lydia decided she wanted to have me closer and asked her mother to move to the Bay Area. Why not? So my grandmother load up the car and took Donny and I to a trailer park in Union City. It was there that my grandfather joined us. If I have the story right, he was a post man (I know that's not PC but that what HE called himself). Why he was not in Los Angeles with the rest of us? Well, he and my grandmother had a peculiar relationship. She treated him like dirt, would move and then he would get transferred and follow her. Yep, another entire back story here too. So now we had all the trappings of a little family. A married couple with two small kids. It might have even worked out well had my grandparents actually liked each other and that other kid wasn't my cousin who, well - hated me. I am sure Lydia was cozy in here apartment - where ever that was. There is that too.
Nevertheless, due to Lydia's second thoughts my first memories consisted of a foggy vision of the tiny trailer house and playing in the sunshine. Not too bad really, if only that was as crazy as it ever got.
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