In 1995, the year I graduated high school, my mom and stepdad moved out in the rural country side of Chester. Before then, I was raised on the concrete streets, skateboarding since the 3rd grade, so living in the country was new to my life. My stepdad was a jack of all trades, farming, carpentry, you name it, he could do it. He was also a huge mentor, showing me the fundamentals of running a farm and building, just about anything. I was always a "hands-on" kind of guy, and with a born talent, I knew I had the perfect combination of building something unique.
Immediatly after highschool, I began a long career in the construction industry. I started off working in a cabinet shop that a Yougaslavish boxer owned. He was mean, but I needed the disipline as I was a sponge, absorbing as much as I could. On my time off, I would spend as much time in the woods as I could, then I had access to my stepdad's shop. A shop with about every tool you could think of, so I picked up a chainsaw and started cutting trees, "Juniper Virginiana" or the "Eastern Red Cedar". There were so many, the perfect size, anywhere from 3" to 8" in diameter, the perfect size to make furniture.
I had cut about 20 trees, and my goal was to build tables, headboards, and chairs. Every tree was hand scraped, removing the bark and exposing the cool, smooth finish of the tree. The first product I made was a headboard, so I painstakingly drilled and notched every picket to create the mortise and tenon appeal. After it was complete, I sold it at the local bagel shop for $225, which back then was a lot of money.