Living Biography of Bryan Cain
This is what I’m calling my living biography. Not because I’m still alive, but because I will continue to add to it. I would also like to ask you to help me add to it. What memories do you have of me? Leave them in the comments and I will add them in. I hope it won’t ever be finished.
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I was born in Athens, OH on Feb. 2nd, 1987. My parents lived in a trailer on a large swath of land in Southeast Ohio, while my father attended medical school. We had a pond and some of my earliest memories are fishing and riding our tractor with my dad. We had chickens, a dog and a goat, and my mom fed tens of wild cats on our front porch; I remember Smoky, Wild-thing and Half-pint. I had two stuffed bears named Bahoohoo and Bahoho. I liked the Ninja Turtles and my whole family had turtle masks. I was Michelangelo, of course. My little sister was Leonardo, my Dad was Donatello, and my Mom was by default Rafael, though I don’t remember her playing much. I loved tubas and one of my favorite things to do was watch the tubas in the Ohio University marching band.
I also remember my play-group from Athens. I remember a little Asian boy who always repeated what I said. It made me so mad. My mother told me that imitation was the highest form of flattery. I was consoled, but still a bit upset at him. I remember one of the boys in my playgroup had an older brother that gave me one of his old Ninja Turtle figures. My collection was gigantic, but it was one I didn’t have. It was one that was no longer sold. I thought that boy’s older brother was very cool. I still have the figures in a box in my parents house somewhere. I remember learning the word potluck.
Undocumented time passes… 
When I moved to Los Angeles, I brought some Ninja Turtles with me, thinking I would set them up in my room. They are still in the box I packed them in. Still treasured, but hidden from view. One day I will get them out.
Written May 12th, 2013
I got them out. They now sit in the dining area on a shelf next to some of Lisa’s photographs, and other trinkets from our life.
I started teaching Swedish at the Pasadena Language Center in 2010. I taught there today. We had a great class studying the family tree.
There was also a shooting in New Orleans today, not many details are known, but after the Boston Bomber of 2013, it’s scary.
