When I grew up, we played in vacant lots.
My first toy was an adjustable wrench I called 'my wrencher.'
As you get older, I have seen it a lot... fighting among siblings. The reason is usually money or spouses. But my kids don't fall into that trap.
The quarterbacks who are picked in the first round and are declared - and I don't like the word - busts, it's not that the scouts were wrong about their ability or their potential. But commitment is such a huge part of it.
We went to school board meetings, we went to Little League games, and we did everything to be normal.
I'm glad I got to play 15 years. I'm not scarred by the fact I didn't do better, or win more. I don't even talk about it, other people do.