Growing up while my family moved to different cities every couple of years, I found myself always making new friends, often the 3rd wheel in a friendship already established. With time I built an armour to protect myself from the harsh reality of fleeting friends and having to make new ones. Now retired and travelling, my sketchbook often invites curious passers-by to strike up a conversation. I find myself enjoying the interactions and letting my armour down. Art has brought me wonderful moments and joy in the process of sketching and applying watercolour. Thank you Danny for your continued contribution to my well-being.
I didn’t see the second half of your essay coming, what a good read about dropping the restrictive armour. Yes, the more I hold up my arms, open my arms, and say…..this is me, I’m doing my best, I’m all kinds of everything, the more I’m free. Thank you for your words.
When I was about 3rd grade in the early 50s, I discovered the huge set of orange children’s biographies about famous people in the school library. From that day on I’ve read and loved reading about childhoods. I’ve got some beautiful books about artists, authors, and many others. I had a happy childhood on the farm and love seeing how the others lived and what they did. New York City, Brooklyn, WOW. SO DIFFERENT but so fun.
So whenever you talk about YOUR childhood, Danny, it’s the happiest I'll be that day! You weren’t just wasting away on a swing set or collecting "pretty rocks" from your gravel road. You had some EXPERIENCES; wanted or unwanted you lived more than most of us old-timers.
At the age of 83, I was congratulating myself on my reasonably good health - then I fell and cracked my spine, and suddenly, 2 years later, I am an old man, walking bent over. Take care.
HELP! I was reading the 8-21-26 essay and it disappeared. Don’t know what I did. Your childhood ones touch me so… How can I read it now. 😢😢😢😢
I really enjoyed this article.
Thank you for sharing and being honest.
Daphne
I was ready to say relatable and likable, vulnerability opens hearts. 291015?? ;op
Growing up while my family moved to different cities every couple of years, I found myself always making new friends, often the 3rd wheel in a friendship already established. With time I built an armour to protect myself from the harsh reality of fleeting friends and having to make new ones. Now retired and travelling, my sketchbook often invites curious passers-by to strike up a conversation. I find myself enjoying the interactions and letting my armour down. Art has brought me wonderful moments and joy in the process of sketching and applying watercolour. Thank you Danny for your continued contribution to my well-being.
i appreciate your attitude Danny….thankyou
I didn’t see the second half of your essay coming, what a good read about dropping the restrictive armour. Yes, the more I hold up my arms, open my arms, and say…..this is me, I’m doing my best, I’m all kinds of everything, the more I’m free. Thank you for your words.
Hey, Danny. Thank you for this essay. Hit home and really liked it! Well done.
Apropos, for me in this moment. Thanks for sharing as always. I bought your new book. Should arrive Monday. My 13 year old self will enjoy reading it.
As always inspiring, causing me to reflect on MY OWN ARMOUR, and longing to hear more about ‘just Danny’
Lovely essay. thanks.
When I was about 3rd grade in the early 50s, I discovered the huge set of orange children’s biographies about famous people in the school library. From that day on I’ve read and loved reading about childhoods. I’ve got some beautiful books about artists, authors, and many others. I had a happy childhood on the farm and love seeing how the others lived and what they did. New York City, Brooklyn, WOW. SO DIFFERENT but so fun.
So whenever you talk about YOUR childhood, Danny, it’s the happiest I'll be that day! You weren’t just wasting away on a swing set or collecting "pretty rocks" from your gravel road. You had some EXPERIENCES; wanted or unwanted you lived more than most of us old-timers.
(I bought your newest book. *****
Judy
At the age of 83, I was congratulating myself on my reasonably good health - then I fell and cracked my spine, and suddenly, 2 years later, I am an old man, walking bent over. Take care.
Was that AI reading?
Huh?
True. Thank you for your quest.
Strong 👌