I remember my Dad. I have many good memories about him when I was little, before I turned six. He may not remember those days the same way I do, but maybe he will. I remember a warm afternoon when we read a turtle book together. I'm sure he was bored but he was nice to read it with me.
I remember our family eating eggs together when we lived in KC. My Dad and brother would order soft eggs. I ordered soft eggs too because I did not know what soft or hard eggs meant.
I remember my Dad owning hound dogs. He taught me how to cast a fishing line. We would watch Gun Smoke together. My Dad like trucks. He had an orange pick-up.
These are all good memories of my Dad.
Happy Birthday Dad.