Throughout my entire life, I have been prone to remark that I believe in this or that. Yet, now that I am attempting to explain these beliefs, I find it rather difficult to put them into words. I lost my mother when I was four and my father eighteen months later. From that time on, my life was a succession of homes, with first one relative and then another. While my physical needs such as food, clothing, and shelter were adequately provided for, there was in most instances a lack of that love and understanding which I think is most important in the development of a child.