A Hero As A Role Model

Growing up, every child needs a hero, a role model that they watch and admire, this role model can be anyone to the child, or anything, this hero can be a older sibling, a teacher, or a cartoon character. To the child this role model is this flawless someone who can’t do wrong. Growing up this role model becomes something they aspire to, something they compare themselves to sometimes without even realizing it.

I remember sitting in a small utility closet on the second floor of the Seaside inn, I was just about to start first grade and despite summer usually feeling like an eternity when you’re that young mine was rapidly ending, I would eventually spend many of my summers here playing in the halls or out on an old swing set, the one that used to be hidden in some bushes near the towering and tattered american flag, or once I was old enough cleaning dishes and making guests rooms. This was one of the first summers I had spent most of my days in the Seaside instead of in the care of my grandparents or aunt. Honestly, I have no idea why I had stopped staying with them when my folks worked, but it probably had something to do with me finally reaching the age where you’ve finally gotten past the senselessness of being a toddler or the insanity of a kindergarten aged child. This was one of the first times I had actually spent time with my dad at work, and I had up until that point never seen or at least understood what my father had really done as a profession, I had known