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Karina Despommier's avatar

I grew up in a house alive with creativity. My mom and dad were designers who made clothes, so our home was always filled with textiles, buttons, threads, and the hum of sewing machines.

I spent my childhood surrounded by the tools of their trade—paper, pencils, and fabrics of every color. My mother, always bursting with creativity, turning everyday moments into lessons in artistry. It felt like anything was possible.

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Matt Inwood's avatar

I really enjoyed this. It's been something I've been dwelling on recently: what cultural inheritance my wife and I might be passing on to my own daughters (I became riddled with anxiety that perhaps there wasn't enough being passed on). My eldest went to her first overseas music festival last week and watched one of my favourite artists performing. And then that same week I could hear from upstairs my younger daughter singing out a favourite old 80s song whilst she was in the shower, and I realised that maybe we did OK. I really struggle to remember anything that got passed down to me from my mum and dad though: perhaps a love of football, via shared viewing of Match of the Day with Dad....

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