It’s difficult to pick one person. I grew up in a village, of sorts. It was a general vibe, a milieu. We were always getting together with various members of the extended family– on both sides. So, one time it might be an uncle or aunt or a cousin, another time it might be a grandparent or family friend who stood out as interesting or memorable for some reason.
Maybe it’s the dynamic of growing up in a neighborhood with a lot of kids our own age or a bit older. This group would often gather at our house and play baseball, or more likely whiffleball, because our yard wasn’t that big. But my Dad would often be in the midst of us, and maybe he’s the one who had the most positive impact on my life. He was truly young at heart, even when he was 85 and slowed by an aging body that was starting to let him down.
I’ve mentioned Mr. McGregor, my high school Spanish teacher, in a couple of previous posts. I remember him as being the best teacher I had in all the years of grade school, but I don’t know exactly what, if anything, he instilled in me. For the purposes of this prompt, it’s my Dad who comes to mind, who modeled certain traits and tendencies which, for better or worse, I have come to embrace or embody.
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