I remember being a kid and not letting anything get in the way of doing what I was told was right. When my parents said that I should do my homework right after coming home from school, for the first few years of my life, I did exactly that. Came home, cracked open the books before doing anything else, and got that crap out of the way.
I guess a drop in enthusiasm or peer pressure or laziness knocked that blind industriousness out of me for some time. But I still remember what it felt like to do something good at the drop of a hat.
And I'm constantly reminded of that with my own son, every day. If he sees someone is upset or crying, even if it's pretend, he'll run up to them and try to comfort them and give them a kiss on the cheek or arm or elbow (because he hasn't worked out kiss placement too well yet).