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What I will never forget is that every morning, Dad would snap me in my car seat and check that I had the right lunch and open the windows a tad to let in the bright autumn morning. He would put on National Public Radio. Kids think I'm weird for listening to it so often, and I guess it is a little weird, even a tad bit pretentious when I say how much I love it. But Robert Siegel and Amy Eddings and Kai Ryssdal were the voices that always accompanied me on the way to school and came with me on the way home. When I was three and four and five, I understood nothing, of course, but their voices were so comforting. They were always so assured, so intellectual, these were people who knew what they were doing.
I don't know where I'm going with this.
I remember being nine years old, paralyzed by a nightmare, too afraid to fall asleep, run to my parents' room, or breathe, when the silence was broken by my little brother crying for food. As horrible as it sounds, it broke the atmosphere, and I was able to fall asleep.
Funnily enough? Little brother seems to share that sort of heightened hearing (though hopefully he won’t get the terrible vision that comes with it). If he’s frightened, the first thing he will do is cover his ears.