This is where the story starts, but not where it begins.
To start something is always the hardest part. Maybe because “starts” seem to be a choice, where as “beginnings” are somehow seem thrust upon you. Our beginnings, are a period of our lives we have little control over, and yet have such a profound impact on us. A conclusion many don't realize until much later on or at all.
Although I began in the Summer of 1989, at what i'm sure was a convenient time, my story starts in the Summer of 2006.
On a Spanish beach.
With the sun beating down on my face...