PAST MUSINGS 04/29/2020 I grew up in a beautiful mountain valley in a small town in northern Utah. Small towns are notorious for everybody knowing everybody’s business, but by contrast my parents were private people and our business was not to be bandied about. So I learned from an early age to be quiet and listen, not admittedly because I was really interested, but what else does a little kid talk about except what’s happening in her house? Besides, I was naturally shy. I learned quickly the other kids would hang out with me because I was a great sounding board and barely said a word. Soon I found I liked listening. Each story was different and, at the time, much more interesting than mine. I could peek into another world and let my very active imagination fly, making up poems and stories that I would act out mostly with my dolls because they thought I was the coolest.