Curious

Question Number Nine:

At what point in your life did you first experience total trust in someone or something?

My first thought is of a picture my dad took of me with my uncle. I was about 2. I don't remember this uncle as he died within the next couple of years. We are walking away from the camera, holding hands. I'm hoping that my brother finds this slide and sends it to me. He's in the process of slogging through the thousands of slides my dad took over his lifetime.

I always, always trusted my dad. I don't remember ever not trusting him, even when I didn't agree with him. I don't recall him ever betraying that trust, either.