As an adolescent who was fast becoming a "young man" I became intrigued with the idea of figuring out how to earn some extra spending money after school, while at the same time be creative enough in whatever work it was that I did to enjoy myself while I was doing it! At the time, I had an insatiable desire to skateboard and was adept enough at it that I was seriously considered as a candidate for semi-professional sponsorship by a local skateboard shop. I thought, "There must be something I can do to make money skateboarding.".
I was thirteen years old when I was offered a baby-sitting job for a grandchild of one of my mother's friends. Having a younger sister, I had occasionally baby-sat for my parents, but had never really done this for any family outside of my own, but I was very interested in the idea. The young boy I was asked to baby-sit was about six years old, and I was warned that he was very inattentive, somewhat rebellious and had a "temper problem." His name was Xan (pronounced Zan). The plan was for him to occasionally come over to my house and I would watch him for a couple of hours at a time while his mother, Alex, went and did "what she needed to do." .
The first time Xan came over I was outside skateboarding on my custom-built ramps while I was waiting for them to arrive; Xan was absolutely fascinated at seeing me skateboard and it was all he could do to contain himself. He could not wait to try and skateboard. Xan and I got along pretty well and I thought it would be fun for him to play around with the skateboard.
As time went on and I got to know Xan better he developed an intense trust and respect for me, so he emotionally opened up and responded to me. As it turns out, to Xan, I was a lot more than a baby-sitter. I will attempt to describe his brief and tumultuous six years of life. Xan lived in Fresno with his mother and father in a small two-bedroom home with his younger sister and an older female cousin (Ollie, age 1 and Chaim, age11).