I was born November 17 in Salt Lake City, Utah and spent the majority of my childhood growing up in the then small community of Murray. I have done extensive traveling through out the years, living everywhere from California to Europe, but life always seems to bring me back to Utah where I am currently living. While growing up I spent the majority of my summers in Idaho with my grandmother. She taught me all the finer things in life that are important to an old woman, cooking, knitting and of course how to treat everyone with compassion and respect. When I was 15 my parents were living in Utah so I moved to Idaho to be closer to my grandmother. I got a job in a meat packing plant, lived in a camper trailer owned by the company owner and continued to go to school. At 17 I moved to Europe and stayed there until I was 25. My grandmother died when I was living in Europe and my father says one of her last conversations with him was something to the effect that her and I where finally going back to the old country together. She always wanted me to go back to Italy with her, ironically I went alone and she died while I was there. I still thinking of her daily, I miss her dearly. My mother died in 1990, I still dream of her and would give anything to spend just one more hour with her. My father has always been a hardworking man that reminds me a lot of his mother. He has a good soul, a bigger heart and wouldn't tell a lie to save his life. My father lives in Salt Lake and I use every excuse I can to make the drive to see him. The greatest thing that could ever happen to me would be that someday my daughters think of me the same as I think of him.