Carmel, California is my birth place. Mom said it was an amazing place in the mid-60s - not as busy as it is now. She had a variety of friends there - people with whom she and her husband went to parties where she dressed to the nines and stayed out... 'til about nine.
My brothers were born in '63 and '64 in Salt Lake City and moved to Carmel some time before I was born. They played on the beach with mom, searching in tidepools for crustasean creatures, sand dollars and conches. All this whilst the conscience of their father was on standby. Where it stayed...for quite some time.
My birth at the Montery County Hospital was quite an event. Mom checked in when her labor started and the doctors discovered I was coming out elbow first. Caesarian section was the only choice, because breaking my arm wasn't an option.
I imagine my thoughts upon coming down the birth canal, and, realizing the events that would take place in my life, they must have gone something like this (now imagine my elbow sheilding my head) "No! You can't make me go. I've seen what happens and I am scared!"
You see, I believe in a premortal life.
I knew Kendra there.
I didn't know her here.
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