My father served in WWII. A few years after his return to the family, I was still quite young, I was playing on the floor of our living room, I don’t remember the toys I was manipulating. My dad was sitting close to me. I, in my play, said something like “He attacks the Enemy!” My father said, “Don’t call him the Enemy, he is a person.” As young as I was I had some sense of what War is and that my father had been to War and yet he was telling me this. Surprising. Important. This is one of the few clear snapshots I have of my very early years. Oh, my, god, will we every figure this out?! And right now I am wondering, if that one statement was one element that led to the choice to pursue acting, a path completely outside my family’s experience. Many more thoughts tumbling after this, too chaotic to write.
Henrietta C.
Amen amen. What a wonderful lesson from a father…Natasha P.
lovely memory- thanks for sharing it with us.