-- The story of Edward W. Lipp, Jr. --
Son of Edward Sr. and Cecilia, I took my first breath on September 17th,
1978. That’s when life as I know it started. (Actually, I almost died
before I was born because the umbilical cord shriveled up and stopped working.
Freaky ey?) At the time of my birth my parents lived in Seven Hills, Ohio, a city
about 10 minutes outside of Cleveland. We lived in a nice 3-bedroom house on
South
Cricket Lane which is right off of Pleasant Valley Road if you know the area. My
first ‘best friend’ was a kid down the street named Tom who was 4 years older
than I was and had 14 brothers and sisters, of which he was the youngest. I
attended Green Valley Elementary school up until the middle of
1st grade and at that point my family made the move to another suburb of
Cleveland called Brecksville.
My dad’s company was moving to another location a little further south
to Brecksville. Since he was doing well, my parents decided to build a new home. My new house was
any kid’s dream come true. We had a lake in the back yard, a park with a
playground and a volleyball court as well as a baseball diamond right next to us, a huge Jacuzzi, and about a million
other houses with kids our age all around us. The new school I would be attending
was called Highland Drive Elementary and this is where I met the kids I would spend of the
rest of my youthful life with. |
