"Now, When I Was Your Age, Things Were . . . "

Different. Things were different back then, ninos. They were different in ways I could never explain to you. When I reflect, it seems no explanation is needed. Each childhood stands alone. It is unique and special. People from the generation in which your Uncle Judd and I grew up, they would understand much (but by no means all) of what I could say about my childhood. Those closest in age and geography might understand the most. Even siblings may view these early years quite differently, expecially in a family like ours where situations changed often back then. Overall, I had it pretty good. No one beat me, many fed me, most everyone loved me, life was generally good. We did not know enough about the world to expect or ask for more. Your lives, my grandchildren, will indeed be different. For myself, I will try and make sure you do not want for affection or the little things that make life fun and interesting. Since you have many people within your extended family who dote on you, each will bring their unique qualities to your childhood. No one will beat you. Many will feed you. Everyone will love you. Overall, life will be good.