With each passing day Okay, you’re right! is developing into something tangible. I am excited to give you a sneak peek and share fragments from the book every week.
My mind kept returning to that little boy in the sketch hanging on Mark’s wall. What were his dreams, his hopes, his beliefs?
Someone once told me that the first memory of your life defines who you choose to be. It is that first memory that programs your humanity and generates the paths for you to choose. With little Mark staring down at me, I had to ask him, What is the first memory of your childhood?
The answer was about to hit me square in the chest, literally taking my breath away.
“I was around three years old. I don’t truly know because I remember little before the age of 11. This is one of few memories I can picture clearly, very clearly.”
“I am sitting on a swing in our backyard. We live in Belgium. A large hedge separates the play area from the formal garden, so I can’t see the house, and they can’t see me.”
“I am waiting. I am swinging. I am panicking.”