I was born during the Summer of 1984 in the Balkan region of Europe known to many as Yugoslavia. A city called Sarajevo where many Religions lived mixed, in peace and where the 1984 Winter Olympics were held.

My childhood consisted of the first 7 years of my life to which i only remember age 4 and up. (I guess you cant burry the bad without burrying the good memories as well). It was a happy childhood none the less. We werent rich but we had all the necessities to live a full life. I remember the few times I got to go on vacation with my parents to the Croatian Coast particullary the City Split. Those were fun Summer months spent with the whole family who gathered at the Seaside Villa my Uncle had built by hand, by himself. A 15 bedroom home. Now thats something Grand to cross off your Bucket List.

The Funny thing is that everybody in my Family is Croatian but I was born in Bosnia. The only One. HIGHLANDER if you get the refrence to the Oldskool TV Show.

My days as a child there were spent going to school, playing with the few friends I had and drawing Indians and Cowboys on walls as one of my more favorite past time activities. During New Years my dad would go out an buy a bunch of fireworks, and not the pretty kind. These were various sorts of Dynamite sticks that would blow you up if you held them too long. I LOVED it.

We would put them in Trash Cans or inside Hallways and scare a bunch of People. I should also mention that I got my first revolver pistol at age 6. I know. Crazy. It was common then. They didny give us life ammo. Only blanks.

As with everything, these good early Childhood Memories had to come to an end.
Beginning of Fall 1991, I woke up to Sirens like Ive never heard before and our whole house was Shaking. I thought it was an Earthquake as I had just learned about them. Little did I know.
To be continued.......