Sitting on the fire hydrant on the corner of my street, I waited for my dad to come home. As soon as I saw his car rounding the corner I would race him to our house. Of course, he always let me win. I did this almost everyday growing up. I would ask my mom what time my dad was coming home and wait on the same fire hydrant, gazing out on our street, looking for his car.
My dad used to take me everywhere with him. Anywhere he went, I went. It didn't matter where he was going, I just wanted to be with him, that's all. We would go to the drugstore, get an ice cream or go to the hardware store. We both could spend hours in the hardware store, aimlessly looking through the isles.
Growing up, we had one pharmacy that we always went to. In my drugstore there was a candy section. My dad would fill up a big bag of candy and then put it in the seat holder in between the two front seats in our car and we would go to town. We would talk and dig our hands into the bag, eating all the candy in sight.
My dad and I used to make puzzles or play games together. Little things like that leave a warm impression of the love of your father. My dad is the most honest, caring and loving person I know. Growing up, he set a perfect example of how a gentleman should behave. My dad has always been a strong driving force in my life. He has always been there for me, through good times and bad, with a nonjudgemental eye.
I could not ask for a better father or friend. Having the experiences of being with your father is something that you cannot replace. Today, I celebrate my father and all that he has done for me throughout my life.
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