I’m not even sure if there are dragons. There is so much for me left to learn. No, I simply grew up in your average American city. Granted, mine probably has a few degrees on yours in the summer. Tucson, Arizona is a jewel in the winter and blistering hot in the summer. There is literally an entire subset of residents who leave for the summer and return for the rest of the year. Just like your average family, both my parents had full-time jobs. They worked long hours to make sure I had everything I needed. Although we might not have spent as much time with each other, I grew up loved. I was your typical latchkey kid. I came home, did my homework, and waited for my parents to return from work. Maybe—just maybe—watched a little TV, and played a video game or two. Our house was nice and came with a backyard and a pool. You can’t beat a pool when you wake up at six a.m. and it’s already ninety degrees outside. There was always a home-cooked dinner on the table, but we ate later than most of my friends.
