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<blockquote data-quote="The Prowler" data-source="post: 1112895" data-attributes="member: 1301">I was lucky to have a mother and a father who raised my sisters and me in a healthy, enriching environment.My childhood was awesome.&nbsp; I was in Cubs and Scouts.&nbsp; I played organized hockey and baseball and basketball.&nbsp; I played football in high school.&nbsp; I was a top student and was presented awards for my achievements in Mathematics.My parents were always in the stands at my hockey games and baseball games from when I was a little kid all the way into my early 20's.&nbsp; My mom had a great arm and was a coach for my younger sister's T-Ball and Softball teams.&nbsp; My dad would catch for me to get my arm in shape before baseball season and would catch for me when I needed some work during the season (I was a pitcher).We went camping in the summer.&nbsp; My mom's brother had a cabin on Onaping Lake a hours North of Sudbury that we would go to every summer for a week or two.&nbsp; We rented cottages at Wasaga Beach or Sauble Beach.&nbsp; Later we got out own camping trailer (first a Shasta, then a Prowler which is where I got my nickname).&nbsp; Then my parents bought a cottage at Sauble Beach.&nbsp; Our family was and is very tight.We had dogs and cats.&nbsp; My parents were both animal lovers.My parents both saw me excel in higher education and then in my career.&nbsp; Our relationships changed from parent-child to more of a friendship as I got older.&nbsp; I enjoyed their company and would just pop over to see them just to hang out at least once a week.&nbsp; Although I still respected their wisdom and would seek advice from them on many things.We had Sunday dinner together as a family for years even after all the kids were grown adults.My parents both loved my wife and my wife loved them.I am very proud of my parents and they are very proud of me.You are barking up the wrong tree again, Senile [USER=9]@Joe[/USER].</blockquote>

[QUOTE="The Prowler, post: 1112895, member: 1301"] I was lucky to have a mother and a father who raised my sisters and me in a healthy, enriching environment. My childhood was awesome. I was in Cubs and Scouts. I played organized hockey and baseball and basketball. I played football in high school. I was a top student and was presented awards for my achievements in Mathematics. My parents were always in the stands at my hockey games and baseball games from when I was a little kid all the way into my early 20's. My mom had a great arm and was a coach for my younger sister's T-Ball and Softball teams. My dad would catch for me to get my arm in shape before baseball season and would catch for me when I needed some work during the season (I was a pitcher). We went camping in the summer. My mom's brother had a cabin on Onaping Lake a hours North of Sudbury that we would go to every summer for a week or two. We rented cottages at Wasaga Beach or Sauble Beach. Later we got out own camping trailer (first a Shasta, then a Prowler [B]which is where I got my nickname)[/B]. Then my parents bought a cottage at Sauble Beach. Our family was and is very tight. We had dogs and cats. My parents were both animal lovers. My parents both saw me excel in higher education and then in my career. Our relationships changed from parent-child to more of a friendship as I got older. I enjoyed their company and would just pop over to see them just to hang out at least once a week. Although I still respected their wisdom and would seek advice from them on many things. We had Sunday dinner together as a family for years even after all the kids were grown adults. My parents both loved my wife and my wife loved them. I am very proud of my parents and they are very proud of me. You are barking up the wrong tree again, Senile [USER=9]@Joe[/USER]. [/QUOTE]

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