It was easy. Spoiled only child.
That. Grew up in NY, in a state park right next door to the flood control dam where my dad worked. We did a lot together. Family road trips in a Winnebago every summer up until I was about 13 etc...my parents where auction/antique/flea market nuts, every weekend I went "treasure hunting" with them and had a massive collection of stuff and a huge attic bedroom with my own bathroom and phone.
My dad was a maintenance mechanic...the silent type, normally went into hiding when I had friends over, didn't do very good with the noise...he was very intelligent, had a massive collection of guns, reloading equipment, and tools. I used to help him in the garage/house repairing things after my mother would get chased away without fail after about 20 minutes for asking too many questions...I just stayed quiet handed him tools, held stuff, and watched and learned. My mother was my best friend, had a ton of patience, and was very creative...I could talk to her about anything...she loved gardening, fixing up furniture, crafts...making wine
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Life was good.
Then I grew up and got married.