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Disclaimer: This is part two in a series covering my journey to where I’m at now. This is more for me than it is for you, but you are welcome to read! Some things have never been passed on before, some things have been shared in limited circulation.
…continued from Part 1.
July(ish) 1987 – Fall 1996
My Mom and Bruce Gagle got married during the summer before I went to kindergarten. It was the summer of 1987. I was paid a dollar to stand on said dollar and not move through out the ceremony. I didn’t really care about the dollar, I was too excited about being the Ring Bear. That’s right, Bear. All I got was a silly tuxedo.
I’m still waiting on my bear suit.
Soon after, we moved to Kentucky. My dad was in seminary at Asbury in Wilmore, KY. I began kindergarten. Sometime within the first week, I met a girl. For some unknown reason I asked to walk her home. In kindergarten. Still not sure why I would even think of this at 5 years old, but I did. I walked her the three blocks to her house only to realize that I was afraid to walk the four blocks the other direction to my house by myself. My mom had to be called to come get me. Big man when it came to walking a girl home, but when it really came down to it, I was just a big chicken. 
We spent two years (Kindergarten and 1st Grade) there before returning to Florida after my Dad’s graduation. From 1987 to 1996, we moved 6 times. By the time I was in 8th grade I had gone through 8 schools. Ahh, the life of a preacher’s kid.
When I was 9 my sister, Janelle was born. I was ecstatic.
We finally settled back in Niceville, FL halfway through my 8th grade year. I had had my first “real” girlfriend, I had my first kiss, and my first broken heart.
(to be continued…)
I intentionally left by Grandfather out of this post as well, to save space. I feel he deserves a post to himself. That will come later.
