Our family has worked together for decades since our kids were very young. Back in the early days, in the 80’s and 90’s we were doing historical murals across North America. We would pack up the travel trailer each summer and work across Canada and the USA. Before we transitioned into the theme park world we accomplished more than 120 very large murals. As we travelled between towns we saw the sights, and had a lot of fun. We still enjoy recounting those fun memories of our time together. One summer when Peter was fourteen the two of us did a two-month cross-Canada trip on our own. We fondly recall it as the summer of the go-kart racing series, as we stopped at every track we found along the way. Our driving competitions were fierce and it is still debated to this day who won the most races on our long journey. On that trip, we painted a couple of murals in St. Thomas, Ontario. As was often the case, the projects were covered extensively by the local news media. For one interview I let Peter take the lead. While the TV cameras focussed on him I went down the street to get us some Cokes and a treat. On my return, I asked him how it went and he stated with a sly grin, that everything was cool. That evening we were having our supper in a local diner and I noticed the segment featuring our mural was on. Our hosts kindly turned up the volume on the TV and I proudly listened to my son, the star. Peter did awesome, recounting in detail how we painted a mural. The reporter asked what happened if we ever made a mistake. Peter, with a straight face, explained that he personally, never made mistakes, but his dad did on occasion. When that happened Peter recounted that he would send me down the street to get some Cokes, and then quietly fix the boo-boo without me ever being the wiser.