number one

My family and I were in Rome at a time when all I cared about was watching Tom and Jerry. My brother and father would drag me around from museum to museum to view seemingly endless rooms filled with paintings or busts of old emperors. I could not have cared less at the time. On one of these voyages there were lush gardens surrounding the museum so I went to go play in them, thinking it would be a very good idea to jump over the hedges. Turns out, it was not exactly a good idea and in one of my "hedge-jumps" i landed into a ditch and broke my right ankle. While i was in a lot of pain, I knew this would get me out of walking around all day through museums. This made it, not worth it, but slightly more bearable.
Unfortunately this did not stop my determined father from wanting to culture me since we only had one more day there. Instead of resting and watching Tom and Jerry in the comfortable bed at our hotel, he got a car to drive me next to them while they walked. And inside of the museums, my brother would carry me when i was in pain. (He even carried me all the way up the Spanish Steps). I'm now so grateful to my dad for his persistence because it surely played some role in my current love for art.