As an Explorer I was always on the go. However, in my English Pram in 1945 I had to wait for Mommy Power to get me moving.
At that age all I could do was dream of being a train engineer.
By the time we had moved to Canada in 1946, I had discovered a love for dogs and was inspired by their freedom to move.
I thought about becoming a farmer and working with massive farm machinery.
I wondered if by being nice to girls they would take me for a ride. And many did. Just not always in ways I had imagined.
Of course I could always rely on my dad and dream of being a fireman.
Or I could just strike out on my own and see what adventure the world had to offer.
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