Both my parents loved words. That was the big deal in our house.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Trying to impress my mother with words was one of my favourite pursuits.
My family was always playing with words. It is little wonder that even after I got serious about writing, I've had a hard time getting serious about words.
My own parents loved each other very much.
My parents went crazy when they found out that I had gotten the part in 'Conversations With My Father!' I'd never given acting a thought. They were proud of me and very encouraging.
My father was the first to read in his family, and he said to me that words were the first beautiful thing he ever knew.
I've always loved words. I ate up all the books I could get my hands on, and when I couldn't get books, I read candy wrappers and labels on cereal and toothpaste boxes.
I am told that the first comprehensible word I uttered as a child was 'home.'
My parents were always very supportive and accepting. They even shared my curiosity for life, or perhaps I theirs.
My parents didn't really know one another.
My parents didn't care very much what I did, and that was probably a blessing.