Little Things

I didn't know my dad (and still don't) growing up. I spent one week in the summer, one week at Christmas, and 1/2 of spring break with him. That doesn't add up to a whole lot. My mom moved me to another state when I was three years old, it may have well been another country. This is a decision that I don't blame her for, but would never do to my own children.

Those weeks don't add up to much but this is what I remember~
1. eating sugary cereal and white bread which were foods my mom would never have fed me
2. roller skating around his kitchen floor to my hearts content
3. being given a tape recorder as a five year old and listening to his stories on tape~what I would give to have those old recordings, now
4. going to Disneyland at the age of four
5. traveling to the baja peninsula in Mexico at the age of twelve
6. golfing on pebble beach together~and me not appreciating it
7. being taught to drive on his 1970's yellow Datsun pickup
8. white water rafting from our self taught guide
9. knowing that my "chicken legs" were identical to my father's
10. eating white bread sandwiches with cheap lunch meat, and loving them
11. hearing the only advice he ever gave me, "Don't smoke or I will break your legs!"