Who knew that turning thirty would be so hard for me. The truth of the matter is, it has been. Yeah.. some of the readers here have passed the 30 year old barrier.. I don't want to hear it. You're not going to say anything I haven't all ready heard. But let's face it, we've all had very different experiences through the tale of time. I remember being 10 years old and people telling me I had the mind and body of a 40 year old. Perhaps some of that is true. Of all the 30 year olds I know, I'm pretty damn sure I've lived more life then all of them. I guess it's easy for me, on the eve of my thirtieth birthday, to reflect on my journey thus far and to find a way to share the tale of a still young man, named John Paul Lacroix. (aka. Sherpa John).
Yeah baby, that's me as a baby. Look at that long curly blonde hair. You've seen pictures of me recently and I agree, it's hard to believe that I was that cute and I do often ask myself, "What the hell happened to me." Life happened to me. I'm not one of those kids who let it pass me by. Even at the spry age of... less than 1, I was all ready wearing shirts with trains on them.. wondering where the rails of life were going to take me. As you can see, it was a happy prospect back then.
By 5 I thought I was super man. This was me at a cub scout halloween party. We went to a lot of these when I was younger. Scouting was a huge part of my families life. All these years later I'm still wearing my underwear on the outside of my pants and from time to time, think I'm super man. How else do you run 100 miles? I can't figure out why I looked so terrified in this photo though.
This was my first grade portrait. Still no front teeth but still lookin' like a playa'. I bit my lip and that weird hair line.. yeah, I gave myself a haircut one night and this was the attempt at making my hair look normal. This was my new Robert Redford look.
I lived a pretty senseless life as a younger kid. Overalls and sport shirts. Always messing with my hair. I actually do remember loving over alls, my favorite pair was red and corduroy. If I could find a pair today, I'd still wear em. I was a pretty happy kid though. I lived a life of adventure thanks to the influences of my older brothers.
This story is only really beginning. The first 15 of my thirty years were lived like most folks. The youngest of four children, the son of two hard working and giving parents. My best friend was my grandfather.. and by the 90s.. the product of a divorced family, struggling with depression, abandonment.. and the severe stroke of my grandfather. I wish I knew at 15 how the next 15 years would turn out.. I thought it would be all for not. Instead.....
To Be Continued....