Some Father

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: October 07, 2016

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Submitted: October 07, 2016



There’s no doubt about it, I was one lucky kid. I was lucky ‘cause I had a father who let me be a kid. He didn’t try to teach me to read before I got to school so I would be ahead of the other kids in the class and he didn’t push me to learn anything he thought the teachers would teach me. He let them do that.

What my father did teach me though was how to enjoy life, have fun and to feel good about myself. He gave me loads of confidence and taught me to try everything and never to be afraid to fail; and, if I did fail it wouldn’t be bad. It would be just another learning experience, and the next time I’d be smarter and do better. He taught me to see the funny side of life, to laugh, and play, and sail a boat, ride a bike, throw a ball, and like him, I learned to play chess and checkers, and shoot pool pretty good. I gotta tell you, my father was more fun than a night with Jackie Mason. No son could ask for a better father, and even if I went to a store to buy a father, he would be the one I’d choose.

When I was really young, I mean about two years old, I never walked ‘cause I was always on the shoulders of my father. Wherever he went, I went, and I was always having a fun ride like a kid on a horse. When we went to the beach and my father swam, I was on his back and had great rides over the waves. When my father drove his car I was on his lap steering, and as I told you, my father was a joker, and he taught me to drive by just talking to the car and steering the car. He told me to say “car stop” and the car would stop, and “car go” and the car would go. For years with me sitting on his lap and steering and telling the car what to do, I believed I knew exactly how to drive a car. I’m still knocked out when I think about my father’s driving; and, believe me, at two, I thought I was really smart. For sure, I was the happiest kid in the whole world.

Father used to play tricks on his friends and his one will crack you up. It’s really funny. He used to tell his friends that I was without question the smartest little kid in the whole country and when one of his friends would come over to visit and meet the genius, me, my father used to tell ‘em it was impossible to look into my blue eyes and see how smart I was. ‘Cause being only two years old, I was still bashful and wouldn’t talk in front of strangers. But alone with my father, I would talk a mile a minute and could even tell time, and he could prove it.

What his friends didn’t know was that right before they would come to visit, my father would prep me and tell me, “When I say what time is it, you say 2:30”. Each time I remember saying the time over and over in my head so that I wouldn’t forget and being so excited I’d at times pee in my pants. Like I told you, my father at the proper time would come over to me and stick his wrist watch in my face and say, “What time is it”, and I would look at the watch, smile like the cat who just caught the mouse, and very proudly reply “2:30”.

Believe me, we could have taken the show on the road, and it was one hellava kick ‘cause the whole neighborhood for a long time believed I was this gifted kid who could read, and, of course, tell time, all at the age of two.

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