As a psychologist, I enjoy reading about their "Do you know?" test where children are asked things like where their grandparents grew up and how their parents met, and thinking about the data they collected and the way they did it.
As a teacher, I like hearing about ways to foster a community and a larger sense of self in ways like the Naval academy's "history-building exercises."
As a fifth-generation South Dakota farmer, I grew up hearing the narrative for my paternal grandfather's family, and will still tell it to anyone who asks and/or will listen. I grew up at the original farmstead from when my great-great-grandparents came to America from Germany in 1878. I've always found it really cool to be a part of that history, and now it seems it may have had something to do with me becoming the happy person I am!

Growing up, I was lucky enough to not go to daycare every day. Instead, I spent time at the farm with my grandparents. My grandfather was my best friend as a child. In the eight years since he's been gone, I've never stopped missing him, and I never will. But I know his stories better than most thanks to the countless hours I spent on the fender of his tractor or the cab of his pickup. And those stories mean everything.
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