"One of my favorite and not well known stories with dad is as follows:
When I was playing indoor soccer in 3rd or 4th grade I had a great day with dad. I went out in the morning early with some of the big kids and helped do the paper route. At the end of running around throwing paper at peoples doors; we concluded our escapade with a big slurpee and a maple frosted doughnut. It was a saturday and a busy day as always.
We came home and I changed for Soccer practise/ pictures.
Dad and I went together. The day was chilly but we dressed warm so that the air was fresh.
We joked as we talked about the other people and we tried to survey their soccer potential.
I remmeber us being in some kind of warehouse with carpet for some reason I dont know why. Near Kennewick High School.
We waited in line for pictures I don't remmeber what exactly we talked about or said I just knew that I was with my Dad alone we were having fun and I had him all to myself. I loved my father and I saw other kids who came to a sports event with their mom. I thought their dad's must have been busy. I even saw one of them crying; I didn't know why and it didn't matter I was comfortible full of confidence.
We talked about how I should pose for the pictures what would be the most funny. We decided that I would greet the camera with my biggest widdest smile. (At this time you can remember that I had to practise smiling small; because my mouth was very wide. So we thought in utter contrast it would be hilarious) I asked if we were actually going to buy a picture that I was going to be funny in. He said do you want us to buy it? I shrugged my shoulders. Pretty soon we were talking pictures with the team. A team I hadn't met yet. I remember adjusting my CTR ring for the camera and giving the widest smile I could all the while laughing inside; (im so funny) Dad ended up buying the picture; I was surprised when I received it because I didnt think we would have enough money to buy a silly picture for me just for a soccer team. I remember mom mentioning that those pictures were "expensive" Weeks later when they arrived I felt bad that they had spent money on it, but a few moments later I went over in my mind of the great day I had spent with my father and the feeling I had of how great that day was took away my guilt of wasted money.
I thought to myself I deserve this picture, my day with my dad. I still have the picture still in its specialized frame, I would oft times glance at the lines of gold and relive the day over again. My day with my dad."
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