I find it difficult to answer this question because I remember so much. If I remembered anatomy as well as I remember my personal and family histories, med school would be a whole new level of awesomeness.
I remember my mom looking at me while I was in my crib and saying, “I know you are going to achieve great things [ad lib].” I remember helium balloons and praying first for a baby sister, and years later for a little brother.
There were scary times. I was afraid of the dark, of the big bad wolf and of the heaviness that sometimes settled somewhere within me.
But what I cherish most is that there was always light at home. We were always loved. My family never gave me reason to doubt the goodness of mankind. And they never gave me reason to doubt myself.