Vivid memories of some special times spent with my Dad.
Dad always made friday nights special for us kids. If it wasn't staying at home making ice cream soda's it was walking to the town pool in the warm summer evenings to buy a milkshake at the kiosk or driving the family to the 'busy bee cafe' for an ice cream sundae & raisin toast.
Tagging along with dad to auction sales & garage sales to pick up other people's trash to turn into treasure.
Digging worms to go fishing on the river bank.
My feet being planted firmly on top of his, holding hands & dancing around the house like i was the most important girl in the world.
Trying to squeeze in between dad & mum as they cuddled, sang & danced in the hallway.
and I 'll never forget when I returned home to visit, 2 weeks after I left to move in with my boyfriend at 18. He didn't talk to me & I couldn't understand why at the time.
Mum said I 'd understand one day when I had my own kids.
Now, 'I totally get it, Dad!'