When I was a child, I can remember gathering during the holidays and throughout the year for various special family affairs here and there. I remember getting big wet kisses from my tissue toting grandmother, and funny tap dancing salutations from my green eyed grandfather. And though I was raised to be seen and not heard in the company of adults, I always had an extended ear, eager to gather tid bits of information that I would store away for the perfect day I would need that little voice of wisdom, or carry it in the forefront of my mind until the moment I could question its source and validity.