The more I read, the more I realize that my formative years of philosophy occurred between the ages of 6 and 14. Much of what I discover now harkens back to my struggles in those earlier years. I am grateful that our library was limited. We had some three thousand volumes in our family library, but very little on philosophy. Today, as I read the works of Tillich, Heider, and Kierkegaard, I can relate to my own struggles. The early years grounded me existentially to attend to the central problems that I would grapple with for the rest of my life.