The Best And Worst Of Who I Am. I'm the small one in the photo. I am my father's son, and my mother's child. I was sweet and adorable at my best, burdensome and irreverent at my worst. A 7lb 13 1/2 oz. mass of humanity that by no real plan or intention fell into the world on April 15th, 1983. I'm LeRoy, nice to meet you. My first memories are from the crib. I remember darkness and fear. There were shadows on the wall casting through the window of what my mom now uses as a computer room. I remember screaming and crying in terror, but that's really all I remember. I'm sure my mom or dad sleepily shuffled into the room and soothed the crying toddler after being awoken by the sound-sensitive flashing light that notified them that I was in distress. Most of my childhood was as ordinary as one would expect for the only child of two deaf parents being raised as a 4th generation Montanan in a bygone copper smelting town. CODAs is what we are ...