by MissAngel

Created on: May 20, 2007   Last Updated: May 22, 2007

One of the earliest childhood memories I have is of my father. He was always thinking of the most bizarre ways to entertain my two younger sisters and I. One day he took our slip and slide and layed it on a ramp he made from the roof of our play house to the grass... and we slid down that thing for hours.

Before my little brother was born, I think my dad had really wanted a boy. Lucky for him, I was never too girly when it came to the things I liked to do (my mother of course, had to dress me like a girl). Dad used to play baseball with me, and taught me how to ride my bike. He showed me how to swing from tree branches and I always wanted to help him work on cars.

I've grown up now, but I'll always remember my earliest memories of my father... and how big of a daddy's girl I was!

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