Growing Up in New Hampshire - Early Years

I grew up in New Hampshire. I have been in North Carolina for almost 15 years now so I consider North Carolina my home but I want to share some of the experiences that I had growing up in the Northeast. I will do this in a series of short posts that will serve as both education for those of you who are interested in New Hampshire and for my own documentation of some of my childhood experiences.

I'm going to start with the early part of my life. I was born in a city called Dover and I lived there for the first five years of my life. I am the first of three children (I have two younger brothers). My mother was a nurse and my father a schoolteacher. We lived in an apartment building that had a couple of other apartments. I don't remember much about it except that all of the kids were older than me so I had to sit around all day and wait for them to get out of school. I wanted to go to school too so my mother signed me up for a nursery school when I was very young. I loved it.

Although I don't remember much about those first five years, I know I was happy. I had two great parents, two baby brothers and several friends. I even had both sets of grandparents in my life. They lived about an hour away from us but they came to visit us and we went to visit them often. My grandfather on my mother's side would come to stay with us once in a while and during his visits, he would take me out for a ride in the car and say we were going to get lost. I believed he was really lost for many years until I was in my teens and my mother said that he was never lost and knew every road in the state of New Hampshire. Oh well, it was fun thinking we were lost and I did get to see some places that I would never had seen without him.

When I was five my parents purchased their first house and we moved to Somersworth. I will talk about life in Somersworth next time.