So I did.
All the way out to the field in front of the house where I had dug a hole in the ground and called it my fort. I brought some bread to eat and a coke.
After a couple of hrs I heard him calling for me. The grass was high so I peeked up enough to see him, but he couldnt see me.
I ignored him because he did not know where I went and he needed to be taught a lesson.
But he kept calling, and the tone of his voice told me he regretted it and didint want me to really leave.
He went back in the house eventually, but came back and hollered for me some more. I ignored him some more.
Finally I decided he had learned his lesson and came crawling out of my fort and crossed the field to my house.
When I came in expecting a whipping he didnt even mention it and we watched some movie and ate popcorn.
Happy Fathers Day, Dad. I should have invited you to my fort.
Happy Fathers Day, Dad. I should have invited you to my fort.
Wow. That line brought tears to my eyes. It's funny how we think our parents know it all. Actually, they are learing and growing along with us especially the first child. God bless all parents and God bless all fathers today who do the right thing by their children.
I have a sign that reads:
"Anyone can be a father but it takes someone special to be a daddy." :) I gave that to my husband years ago. It still hangs in his office.
When your dad looked back on his memories of you, I'm betting every one of them seemed like they took place in a special place, probably a lot like a club-house.