My father was a dreamy fellow - he read Plato and Socrates and watched Phillies games.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
My father was a classic intellectual. From him I learned devotion, and I also learned about the life of the mind.
My earliest memories are of my father explaining to me the American Dream and how he expected me to do better than he did.
What I really had was stories, the oral traditions of my parents. We moved so much that that was really our encyclopedia. A dream world told to me from my parents in the living room.
I really had a lot of dreams when I was a kid, and I think a great deal of that grew out of the fact that I had a chance to read a lot.
My parents were super supportive of my big dreams; I was pretty lucky. I guess I became a musician because I didn't see myself doing or loving anything else as much.
It was always a dream of mine to play for the Orioles.
My father was a very warm, gregarious, sociable person who had many interests. He lived his life very much in the present, full of activities and the next project. He had many hobbies. He was not given to retrospection.
My father believed in astrology. His astrologer had predicted that his daughter would become a writer someday. My father would nag me, but I didn't write a word till he passed away. I wish he could see me now.
I was a great dreamer of day dreams.
The dream of my family was for me to be an educated person.
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