Since I was a young boy, my favorite place has been Catalina Island. About 30 miles off the coast of Los Angeles, its features only one town named Avalon. Some of my fondest childhood memories are of walking down the ramp of the Catalina Express boat and looking eagerly at the town about a eight of a mile away. The small pier had cotton candy and fish and chips, the smells would draw my little body ahead of my parents rushing towards Avalon. My next stop would of course be the small arcade.
As a pre-teen I would go camping and kayaking, and at 12 I was certified as diver of the Casino Point. Later after having joined the Marines, I would take weekend trips with my girlfriend to island.
Safe to say, when I found out I was going to be a father, I already had a name in mind.
Oath
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