Chris was born on February 6th 1990 at around 5:30 in the evening. He was 5 lbs. 9 ounces. Chris was a very fussy baby. Crying all the time and not sleeping thru the night. After about a year he became calmer and began to explore the world. He was very curious about everything. His first heroes were the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and Wolverine.


Chris attended Montessori preschool in San Dimas. He learned to swim there and was involved in all the school plays and performances. Little girls would chase him around and try to kiss him. He was forever embarrassed about this.


Chris attended Badillo Kindergarten and then Foothill Christian School for the 1st grade. Chris played tee-ball and was so proud of his first trophy. He was also a cub scout during this time and really seemed to enjoy that. He made a soap box derby car and entered it in a race where he received a trophy for his workmanship. Chris went on to two overnight camping trips with his pack and his father during this period.


Chris was a very likeable boy even though he was quite shy. He made friends easily. During Chris’ entire 1st grade he wore cowboy boots day and night! He would even sleep in them. Chris moved to public school for second grade and attended Willow in Glendora. Chris was at Willow for the next four years. He was an average student. He made many life long friends at that school. Chris was enrolled in a private art class during 4th grade. With charcoal and pencil he drew an award winning picture of a wolf. Chris proudly hung that picture in his room.


Chris started junior high at Royal Oaks. He started out enthusiastic but soon became bored and transferred to Bridges school closer to his dad’s house. He really seemed to like Bridges’ smaller learning environment. He finished 6 th grade there. Chris transferred for 7th and 8th grade to Lone Hill middle school in San Dimas. He could find him self in minor trouble all the time for such things as using his cell phone at school. On a field trip to the LA County fair Chris’s dad chaperoned and could see just how liked and respected his son was by his fellow students and teachers.


Chris started his high school career at San Dimas high school. He became restless again and transferred back to Bridges. After a short period, Chris wanted to try regular school again and started his second half of 9th grade at Glendora High School. His father commented that he had never seen Chris so happy. Chris was making new friends and had a new girlfriend. He was growing into a very handsome and confident young man. Sadly this was short lived as Chris Snyder died after only attending Glendora High School for 3 weeks.


In those three short weeks Chris made many new friends. At Chris’ candlelight vigil the day after the tragic accident, hundreds of students talked about what a great person he was and how he had touched them. A few days later at the funeral the priest passed around a microphone and asked people to say one word to describe him. People said “kind, tolerant, shy, nice” and on and on.


Chris had a big heart and was very giving. When he would see a person less fortunate than him, he would give what he could. He would often spend his whole allowance on his friends. Chris had a smile, more like an embarrassed smirk that showed his humility. Chris blushed easily and this was forever a source of embarrassment for him. Chris had an incredible sense of humor. He loved telling jokes and playing practical jokes on his friends and sister.


In 15 short years Christopher David Snyder affected this world and the people around him. Without even trying, Chris taught tolerance, forgiveness and love. Chris had a passion for life and it is sad that it was taken from him so suddenly and so young.


Several weeks before Chris died he made some strange comments about death. He told his father and sister two weeks before his fatal accident that he “never wanted to grow up.” Two days before Chris died, his father asked him to come visit his great-grandmother who was on her death bed and expected to pass away very soon. Chris said that he couldn’t go. That something was “freaking him out right now about death”. A few hours after Chris died his great-grandmother also passed away at the age of 99.


Chris was a wonderful human being. He was a friend, a son, a brother, a nephew and a cousin. Chris will live on forever in the hearts of the people that knew him. Chris will forever be fifteen.


Rest in peace Chris Snyder.