My cousin Natasha and me on the Golden Gate Bridge, San Francisco, California, 1994
It was April of 1994. I had just turned 10 a whole month earlier. DOUBLE DIGITS! And yes, I was clearly going through my ugly stage. Haha. My Uncle flew my cousin and I up to visit him and my Aunt in San Jose and we took a day trip up to San Francisco. The only things I knew about San Francisco at this point in my life was that the Tanner family lived there and that Rice-A-Roni was allegedly the city’s favorite food. Little did I know that 15 years later, I would call this crazy place home.