In January of 1983 my mother gave birth to the second of her three kids. Named after my father, Lawrence (Larry) Owen Lamontagne, I would go by Larry Jr. until I was 13 or so. I was born in Killeen, Texas, a town just outside of Fort Hood between Dallas and Austin. My parents aren’t native Texans. It was just one of the many places my dad would be stationed during his military career.
You see, my parents met at Salem High in Oregon. Sometime after graduating and before joining the military they got married. I’m a bit fuzzy on the details but my understanfing is that after joining the Army and making it to his first duty station my dad found out that he and my mom were pregnant with my older sister Jennifer. When my mom was far enough along she flew back to her home town of Salem where Jennifer was born.
Fast forward 1 year and 5 months, and there I was. Except this time they decided to stay in Texas to have me. It wasn’t long after I was born that my dad found out he had orders to go to Schofield Barracks on the island if Oahu, Hawaii. I was about 6 months old when our family of four moved to Hawaii.
Shortly after getting there my parents found out that their family of four was growing to a family of five. Stacey, my younger sister, was born 1 year and 10 months after me. She was born in November of 1984 in a hospital in the capitol city of Honolulu. To this day she dreams of going back to Hawaii. My family lived in Hawaii for a little over three years before my dad got orders to his next duty station.
So there I was a 3 year old about to move to my third state. This would become a common theme throughout my life. Moving from one state to the next. To this day I can still claim that I have moved from one state to the next every 3 to 5 years since the day I was born.
My current home, Los Angeles, California is the place I hope to break that cycle but we’ve got a lot more story to tell before we get to that part of my life. So, to find out more you have to follow this blog closely.
To be continued…