In Orange County California called my childhood home. In the front lawn stands an old on tree with a tire swing attached to it. After playing in the front yard, we’d run inside. Sprinting to the dinner table to eat my mothers dinner. We would sit there and talk about school, work, and whatever was going on. A time for relaxation.  After dinner we’d jump on the couch to watch a movie with my Father. He would always show us favorites that we still quote to this day. I would laugh at jokes that I was too young to understand, but laugh to fit in with my Dad. Times that I didn’t realize wouldn’t go on for long without being moved across the country