I have way too many to choose just one but one of my favorite memories is when I spent almost 3 months camping and canoeing across Canada with my dad. I was about 13 years old at the time.
I really like that I know this about you. You've spoken about your dad with a lot of respect and love. He must of been an amazing person. I'm glad you had that.
He was quite the man. WWII vet, chicken farmer, sold the land and got his college degree and went on to be a corporate executive all while being a great husband and father.
That would be the day I broke dad's carpenter's rule. I'm not sure how old I was but we moved from that house when I was four. Why is it a fond memory? I was expecting a hiding for breaking it and he let me off. It was a rare display of clemency.
Probably when my Uncle took me up to fly in his AT-6 Trainer plane. I've been hooked on flying ever since. I think I was about 11 then.
So much fun!
All my memories with my Grandad are Precious to me
Sitting in their garden on his Lap singing this to him
God I really miss him right now *tears*
Believing in Santa Claus.