Crimson Creative Challenge has brought me down memory lane. I could not help but kinda go over the 150 – but not by too much. I apologise profusely, but I know Crispina is most forgiving.
Remember Father-Child day in kindergarten, Dad? What a great day that was. I had you all to myself – no brother, no Mom – just us. Well, and the rest of the class. You were so good with tools and were able to make anything: my bed, my dresser, all sorts of stuff in the house. You were the best builder-dad in the class! You helped me cut the pieces and put them together. You even made me laugh when I hit my finger with the hammer! In the end, we had such a nice bird feeder. And you know what? I still have it. It’s on top of the bureau you made for me. Mom almost threw it out! Boy, did I have a fit. Then I felt bad because she felt bad that I yelled at her. She did not realise what it meant to me.
Funny how seeing this little house in the woods brought it all back. What I wouldn’t give to build anything with you again.