As I look back, I am surprised that I survived childhood. I was rather adventurous (read: stupid).
My mother, who was loving and caring, had no idea what I did outside the house...and often inside. No tree was high enough, no swamp deep enough, no patch of woods threatening enough.
Science has proven that humans and chimpanzees/monkeys/apes are closely related. Perhaps that explains my penchant for climbing to the top of trees, roofs, or anything with height. Humans are descended from fish, which could explain my penchant for getting wet...from exploring swamps, falling through thin ice, experimenting with flimsy rafts. Punishment for extreme wetness was house arrest; the worst I suffered from climbing trees was a broken arm. I feel fortunate that I did not fall from the roof of our house, because I would not have survived. In hindsight, the view was not worth the risk. I even recall considering the challenge of jumping from the house to the nearest tree and am surprised that I did not try.
My children where never as adventurous. I doubt that they have ever climbed a tree. Part of that may be due to having inherited their mother's intelligence. Part of that may have to do with the civilized neighborhood in which they grew up. Part may have been caused by my over-protectiveness. Part of that may have to do with evolution: they are one st
Prior to writing novels, the author enjoyed a multifaceted career: from decorated combat aviator to advertising professional to global communications director of a major consumer brand. He has traveled the world and met sports, film and television stars, political leaders, and royalty. He graduated from Middlebury College, is married, lives in Germany, and has two grown children.