I walked down the hall and stood on the linoleum floor in the kitchen. At 7years old I wore only pajama pants, and the spring air had made the floor cold to my bare feet. Having just woke up to get ready for school it seemed odd that my dad, who normally left before daylight each morning, was sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee and doing the newspaper crossword puzzle.
Awesome. From start to finish I found myself reflecting on my youth and fishing with my dad. I’m 64 now, and I lost my dad 13 years ago. It was if you were writing my story. You made me smile this morning. Thank you!
Great story! I don’t know what you might have learned at school that day, but it would not have compared with what you learned with your dad. You took me back to Sabougla Canal with a cane pole and can of worms.