family and life...

i have been thinking about my childhood(am listening to SIRIUSXM satellite radio 60's-on 6)lately... remembering my peddle car in which i would travel all over the neighborhood,and i loved it very much... nowadays,there is no way a kid would,or could,do it;much too dangerous,but in the mid to late 1960's,kids would go places,and mom would say,"be back by dark",and the kids would have fun... i am disabled,but unlike now,you tried to be normal when you were a kid,and i remember those times fondly,almost wistfully... my family was close knit,still is,and they treated me basically normal,only making adjustments,if absolutely necessary... my folks would not have it any other way,PERIOD... my mother was self-taught,and self made(and i mean that in the best of ways)... she did things in her short(for her)life that people could not imagine,or honestly believe... she was no dummy,and was smarter than most people that she knew,because she was a total learner,and a human sponge,reading everything that she could get her hands on,and could recite it,when she needed it... my father is college educated,but put himself through college,doing two or three jobs,and studied at night(and still put up with me)... HAHA!!!!! to those two people,i owe a great deal,because they were inspirations to me,and still are,in so many ways that i can not express myself in words adequately... as i sit here typing,there are so many memories of that time flooding into my mind that i honestly could type all night,but alas,if i did type all night,i would cramp my hand(i type with three fingers-i memorized the keyboard,so very few mistakes-a trick my mother taught me)... my mother was very good on the piano,and i honestly got her passion for music-and her big ears... too bad on the ears!!!!!(laughing) i only wish i could play the piano like she did(not a note),because she was great... i remember sitting on my toilet in Cayucos listening to her playing the piano(it had great acoustics)... she did not do it very often,but i remember her smile when she would do it... my father is a great mentor,and he taught me a great deal about life... in fact,when i was "on the road",i did something different every day to test my sanity... it was not a very big thing,always small in detail,but it is something that i had to do every morning,because it was tough as nails to be there,and i wanted to test my mind to see if i had lost my mind... that sounds quite funny,but it was not so funny,when you are facing days after days of concrete,humiliation,and insults,because you are "on the road",and people show you contempt almost every day,and you try to smile,be pleasant,and be yourself,even though sometimes you wanted to throttle some idiotic people... those times did occur,but i wanted no part in that,so i walked away 99% from that stuff... like i said earlier,i am a man mostly because of my family,because they are so close knit that if one of us needed help,the others would jump in,and help... to those memories,i smile,and to my family,i say that i dearly love you all(even my big ears i got from my mother)... darn genetics!!!!!!!