Dear LTKP,
Could you fill in some details about your background? Your profile is blank.
Thanks,
Daniel M. from Connecticut
Dear Daniel,
For a while now I have been kicking around the idea of writing about my childhood because it informs so much about who I am and how I see the world. Here goes.
My earliest memory is of the sweet smell of pancakes wafting to me as I crawl happily in my little wheel. Now, of course at that age I didn’t understand big concepts like “Electricity Generation,” all I knew was that my little bottle was just out of reach and I would be darned if I wasn’t going to get it.
Yes, my parents worked hard to instill the value of an honest day’s work. Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t all work. My brother and I would wile away the summer days, playing all sorts of games of make believe. Our parents would actively encourage us. Dad take us to the public fountain and pretend to be a pirate and say, “Arrr me mateys, sail the seven seas and search for treasure at the bottom of this ocean. Then bring the booty back to me pirate cave.”
We were also taught to think of and care for others. A good part of our Saturdays (and sometimes Tuesdays) were spent at various blood banks donating our blood. After we were through, our parents would explain that the nurses gave us orange juice and cookies so that we could sell them from stand in front of our house. “Doing well, by doing good” was what my mom called it. I am not sure exactly what she meant. But, hey, maybe I’ll “get it” when I become a parent.
All in all it was idyllic, the kind of childhood I hope all parents can provide for their kids.
Cheers,
Neil

