Well lets see, my life began in San Diego California in Mercy Hospital, born to Dennis and Josie Dumbauld. My Dad was in his fifth year of service in the U.S.N. if I remember right, and shortly after that we were transfered. I dont remember much of that except a long truck ride to Pennsylvania, my parents say I was to young to remember but I'm pretty sure I remember that. I lived there for a year or two and my second sister was born there, Carrie. We then moved to Massachesetts where my third sister (unfortunately, I was told she would be a boy) was born, Elizabeth (Libby). Now is about when my memories are much more defined. We moved back to San Diego California where we lived in a house not but a couple blocks from the house we used to live in. I lived there for the next four years and met two of my best friends there, David and Jimmy. I dont talk to them much anymore, David more then Jimmy, Jimmy is two years older then I and is attending college i beleive somewhere. I then moved to Illinois for another four or five years with not much happening then except the Gulf War. I saw some intresting activity at Glenview Naval Air Bas including the largest airplane, a C-5, loading Apache helicopters into it. This is also the place where my first dog, Sasha, dies during the last year of our stay during an air show in the summer. One of the times i can ever remember being incredibly sad. My father then retired after twenty two years in the service and we moved down to Texas to be closer to my granparents (Moms side), and I have been ever since.
