[GH85Carrera]

Mine was a "Leave it to Beaver" childhood. Dad was an Air Force pilot, and we moved a lot. I went to 11 different schools in my 12 years of schooling. I never even once worried about where I would sleep or eat. Well, except for mom cooking liver and onions. Belch. I was in Hawaii when it became a state.

I never once saw my parents in a serious argument. No screaming and yelling like almost every TV show or movie. Their big argument was if Paprika had a taste, or was just a color for foods.

I was shy as a 2nd grade kid, and had no friends. I still remember the light bulb moment when we were moving again. I decided being shy was stupid, and my first day at a new school I walked up to group of boys and introduced myself, and I had dozens of friends after that. None were lifetime friends, as we moved again. My wife has friends to this day that she went to grade school with. I learned back then that making friends is easy.

I was super lucky and had great parents. We were never rich as a family growing up as far as money, but we were super rich as far as having a great home life. My parents were married for 54 years before mom died.