answer:Wow: my vote for best question of the month. I don’t know how much I want to share in an open forum – but regardless of the intimacy of my, or others’ posts here – it certainly was asked in a way as to make one think and reflect. I was a little boy of average intelligence and baseball skills. Make that a genius child who was the fastest in his grade, enjoyed pulling pigtails and reading the newspaper at four while speaking 5 languages and climbing walls. Pretty much like today. Fast forward to realizing I was being abused and that it was not normal. Teen rebel, but psychological rebelling against my parents – something I still do. It has shaped my mind I think; I am this way because of nurture, or lack thereof, and not nature. I take responsibility – but when I’m a jerk you can probably trace it back to a few things in childhood. The army change me completely, but luckily, in my thirties the next wake-up call would be my divorce – going from hero to zero in 10 seconds flat. In my forties, I am rediscovering my childhood dreams as well as fears all iover, as I watch my children grow – tweaking here and there, probably unnecessarily but I can’t help it. Fortunately, it’s never too late to have a happy childhood.