A post called To Be or Not to Be – answered the question posed today – When you were five, what did you want to be when you grew up?

I just reread it and recalled a few more memories from that young age. Some of it difficult. I have a lot of trouble remembering some of my early years. I wish I could figure it out. I’m not sure if the troubling memories keep overriding other positive ones or what it is.

5 years old was probably the year I started hanging out with Rusty, Billy and Brad because we had just moved to the neighborhood the year before. Sports, bikes, playing in the woods and games were our common thread.

To be honest, I don’t think any 5-year-old knows what the hell they want to be other than having fun with friends and being part of a family. I know I liked to play baseball a lot then and remember having a bat that was too big for me.