by Corrie Bryant

Created on: November 18, 2009

Growing up, we were attached at the hip.

He was my dad, and I was his kid.

On the weekends we would drive with no where to go,

where we wound up, no one knows.

We would hunt, fish and do things boys do,

but to me it didn't matter, I was one of the boys too.

We drifted a little as I got older,

he didn't like most of the boys I brought over.

In the beginning it made me so mad,

no one was good enough for my dad.

Now that Im older and I look back,

he is the best friend I will ever have.

He is there when I am happy, he is there when I am sad

I am so proud to call him my dad.

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