I grew up in the middle seat of a 1991 Ford Taurus wagon.
As the youngest of three, with 10 years between my oldest sibling and me, I was expected to always take the short end of the deal and never complain. I learned a lot sitting between my sister and brother, observing, absorbing and occasionally refereeing. My sister is a genius. My brother is extremely dedicated. As the youngest of the three, I had big shoes to fill. That is if I chose to try to fill them.
When I was five I squeezed into a leotard and took ballet lessons. At Christmas our teacher asked us each to bring in our favorite doll as we rehearsed The Nutcracker. The next day, my friends piled in with their American Girl dolls - I walked in with a big, blue stuffed monkey. Trips in that old green wagon must have nurtured a special outlook on life.