Sean Fox
I remember fishing for catfish with Terry, Tyrel, Sam and my dad when we visited Arkansas during my childhood. Also jumping off 20ft waterfalls into questionable waterholes. I remember my Uncle Terry unfortunately landing on a rock, that was near the water surface injuring his legs only to climb back up the short cliff, marking where it was then jumping again and eventually with everyone else egging me on to do the same, even though I was too scared to jump and the idea of a rock near the surface did that fear no favors. If it was hanging out in creeks in the backwoods or Arkansas or Terry trying old skateboarding tricks on my board in Mesa Arizona in front of my Grandparents house, I remember him as being a free spirit and a joy to be around.