My childhood in a paragraph…

My child hood was I think truly idyllic. I feel lucky. My parents weren’t wealthy, we were good, more than enough, less than others, but I never wanted or lacked anything, and as far as I knew we were the luckiest people in the world. I was fortunate that my parents were able to be at everything I was ever involved in and they supported and pushed me to excel and do well. My maternal grandparents were close, only an hour away, so I was able to spend time with them. I went to a Catholic School for K-8, with a graduating class of 10 people. It was awesome. St. Anthony’s school, and it is where I met my best friend at 4 years old… we would go to school together for the next 13 years. I went to high school at the best private school in Atlanta if not the South East, and probably in the top something in the country. The Westminster Schools – more the size of a college campus than what should have been a high school. I had dogs – 4 at one point, Angel, Mary, No one (we tried to give her away and every time she came back – no one wanted her but us), and Susan. I raised rabbits, chickens, and ducks. All in the big city of Atlanta, I played war running maneuvers through the back yard and skateboarded as much as I could during high school. I went horseback riding on weekends at our place in the North Georgia Mountains where I fell in love with riding my bike – the boy on the red bicycle they would call me as I rode it from one place to the other over a 1000 acre area, that is until I started driving my parents Cadillac at 14. I think the best thing about my childhood was that my parents loved me, and still do, and I had a close support network of family, friends, cousins, and others that loved and wanted nothing the best for me. I knew people in my grandmother’s hometown that couldn’t read or write, I didn’t know this until I was older, but they would do anything for me – more than I could have ever even have asked. They all wanted nothing, but for me to succeed. So yeah, I was fortunate, and I never will forget it. Oh yeah and Legos, can’t forget the legos… and smoked duck.

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