thanks for the thread johnQ
my dad recently died so i am thinking a lot about childhood and the contact to my dad
some of my most favorite memories are connected with him
my earliest meomory when i was 2 1/2 years old
- sorry it is a sad one - my dad leaving me coz he has to go to hosipital visiting my mom
and leaving me with my nan
i am standing at the frontdoor of my nan and didn.t understand what is going on
the other one takes place a couple of month after this incidence
i am dressed in a blue velvet dress
my dad and me visiting my other nan
sitting at her coffee table eating plumcake with cream whipped cream and i am pressing and sucking this cream with tons of noises - noises only kids
are able to produce
my dad wants to interupt me, it is nasty ;D but my nan tells him to stop interfering
my most holy memory:
i am at 4th grade, we had to pick up some leaves and such stuff from the forest for biology
i forgot that and in the evening i told my dad
he woke me up at 5 in the morning the other day and went with me to the forest, watching the sunrise and collecting these letter
and i love to remember all the evenings and nights we just sat around tallking when i was about 15/16
my mom coming around all the time, telling us it was toooooooooo late
but we chat and chat
was really pleasent