When my son asked me tonight if he was always a worrier as a child I was taken aback. I never thought of him as concerned, never as worried. Oh the things you don’t know about your children. Then I recalled myself as a child. When we went for long car rides, like the trip north to my grandparent’s house, I was full of concern. I always worried that our car wouldn’t be able to make it up big hills I saw as I peered over the seat. From my back seat spot I thought every hill was a mountain and we surely wouldn’t make it to the top. I also worried we’d roll backwards to the bottom and crash the cars behind us. I’m fairly certain I never voiced my concern to my parents!