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I am fortunate that I have a vivid memory of my childhood. I grew up in what might have been referred to as the Land of Milk and Honey – Palo Alto, California, 1959. Back then the drive from our house to our grandparent’s house wound through orchards of persimmons and apricots, oh, and apples – thus the name: Apple. My sister and I would wake up, eat a bowl of cereal, and run outside only to return home when our mother whistled, like every other kid in our neighborhood. It was expected that we would not come home until either we were whistled to, or it started to get dark. Pure bliss.
These days of childhood were loaded with exploration and adventure. Time seemed expansive and there were no limits to what we could do, because no one was watching. We seemed to live up in the old plum trees, eating the fruit daily until it was actually ripe; I know the taste of fruit through every stage of its development. When we weren’t climbing trees we were tunneling or building forts. We put on the Nutcracker Ballet, complete with newspaper ‘snow’ which we spent hours shredding, and then ...