Through all the seasons of my life I, as a child, growing up in Montclair, was believed, fought for and protected at all times. My parents were loving, and their hugs and kisses abundant. While I was the only child they took me everywhere in their cream colored convertible, with its rumble seat and red spoke wheels: on Saturdays and Sundays to see Daddy play tennis; to the Circus; to Edgemont Park to go ice skating; to Mountainside Park to see the Iris Gardens; to Eagle Rock Reservation to see the skyline of Manhattan; or into the City itself to see Broadway shows.