I am

I am a father of 5 kids - 2 teenagers and 3 - 3 year olds.

I am 48 years old. (don't feel like it but there's no denying it)

I am married to Melissa and we've been together for the last 13 years.

I am

I have loved and lived many times it seems.

Overall I am a very happy person, except when I'm sad, which doesn't happen to often.

I still have dreams, despite the fact that I hardly sleep.

I've worn many hats and in the process my hair has grayed slightly

My hair has thinned out but still can manage to sport a hair style or two.

I try I try and I try.

Can't give up - too much at stake.

At times my alter ego takes over and I don't like him. I don't recognize him.

Definitely someone I would not be friends with.

He is not shy or quiet.

he is rather boisterous and unimaginative.

Not much to look at.

This is me. Este soy yo.

Childhood memories

Somehow a childhood friend (Juan Fernandez) found me through Facebook. I had already tried to find them before with no success, so I was quite surprised when I got his invite.

His brother was one of my dearest childhood friends, also named Francisco. Him and 3 others formed a clique of inseparable friends through our teens. As we got older, everyone's paths took them in different directions but we always remained very close.

My brother Max, Juan and another friend, Martin Hernandez had their own little clique as well.

At my request, Juan found this picture of us as kids. We circled around a famous boxer (back in the day). Mantequilla Napoles, who had been invited to diner by Francisco's dad. It was such a sensation to have someone of that caliber around, that all kids from the neighborhood, came by to get their picture taken. I left the neighborhhod and a few years after, Francisco died. I found this out through my dad, who did not have many details other than hearing about a freaky accident and Juan confirmed it recently. It is good to re-connect with aspects of your past that you thought were long gone. Who says, you can never go home again?