The following stories/pictures are of my only child, a daughter, Denise. I have tried to piece together the chronological stages of her life. As you will see, Denise got her mother's looks, not mine!

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This is one of many stories that I will tell regarding my daughter, Denise's early life. On this particular occasion Theresa, Denise and Yours truly had driven to SLC (Salt Lake City) to visit with Paco & Kathy at their Laird Street address. It wasn't too long after we had arrived when a 3-year-old Denise went missing. A search party was formed and I took the backyard, when I hear a faint call of distress coming from above. I nearly had a heart-attack when I looked up and saw Denise straddling the top of this two-story house. I told her not to move and she did exactly that, whereupon, I retrieved her and in doing so, we learned an important lesson in parenting: always expect the unexpected! I forgot about Paco who was looking in the front-yard and who had one of Denise's shoes fall at his feet, but, by this time I had a firm grip on her arm and was taking her off the roof. Holy sh*t, we dodge a bullet on that one! The photo below is that of the roof that Denise climbed and conquered at the tender age of three!