When I was 10 the most important thing to me was knowing how to do a cartwheel.My dad realized this and decided he would teach me.
He was 58. I was 10. He stayed out in the back yard with me till I "kept my head down", and got the cartwheel right. He actually physically cartwheeled across the expanse of our lawn with me to show me how it was done.
That was my dad.
He will have been gone for two years on June 11th. I'll be posting more of him in the next few days.
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Man, Kim, that's a lovely memory. I actually got choked up. I had not idea he was gone.
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