I believe that our earliest childhood memories play a part in influencing our future career; it's certainly true for me. Every summer my family and I used to take a camping trip on Fourth of July weekend. The summer camping trip in 1990, was the year my career path was put in place. Music to my ear, the sound of pots banging in the distance. This must mean mother was up early getting another wonderful campfire breakfast going, I thought. I lay in my tent listening to the sounds of nature, anxiously awaiting the smells of bacon and campfire. It was hard to get comfortable with my loud sister next to me snoring, and I was sure my dad set my tent up over a rock pile because of the many poking me in my seven year old back. I wanted to get up and help mom but the cool mountain morning breeze left me snuggled in my sleeping bag. Then I heard a loud popping sound, and I knew mother had succeeded in her fire starting task. After listening to the fire for a bit longer I figured it was time to get up, and warm myself next to its beauty. I barely made it out of the tent before mother began rigorously smearing sun screen and bug spray all over every exposed part on my body. I don't blame her, I did like to complain about sun burns and bugs. I sat down next to the fire gazing into its endless orange glow, as I pondered why mother insisted on putting huge curlers in her hair even camping. I looked at her with a smile, and chuckled because she reminded me of Grandma with those big curlers on top of her head. As mother made breakfast she realized we were out of eggs and bread. Bacon would not taste the same without them, I thought. .
"Dave," mother yelled so loudly I'm sure she woke up the woods, "get up and run to town. We are out of eggs." The tent across the camp site began to shake and my father peered out with a grin. My father was a tall, slender man, so it was a funny sight watching him slither his way out of a small tent.
