My family. We grew our own vegetables, stayed home on the weekends and at night sat on our patio and watched our neighbors barbecue. When I reflect upon my life I always seem to return to my childhood home in Ogunquit, Maine. It is the time in my life that I was the most joyous and free. Although my experiences with the supernatural would emerge in this quaint New England town and transform my way of life there was something about our home and the neighborhood that made life magical. Gave me a sense of closeness that I have not felt since I miss you beautiful Maine and I will return someday to my Shangri-La.
