A memory
It was a few years ago and my father would always take us fishing. There was a little canal not to far from our house, so we would either take the van down there or ride our bikes. We were so content, we'd just sit on the edge of the canal, cast our pole in and pray to God we wouldn't catch a catfish or a turtle (even though those ones would put up the best fight). Well Dad was having the best luck in one spot of the lake. So me trying to be sneaky, I would inch closer and closer to him so maybe some of that luck would rub off on me. Well eventually, I had snuck in right under him. I knew I was going to get something then. As I started to reel in the fishing line, I had almost reeled it all the way in, and a chunk of earth had broke from under me and I slipped into the lake. During that time, my fishing pole had flung backwards where my father was, and the hook had hooked him in the lip along with the worm. By the time I got out of the lake, and I turned to look at him, he had this stunned look on his face with my fishing pole attached to his mouth. I was so shocked that I didn't even ask him if he was okay, I just got up, started bawling my eyes out, and started to run home. Dad yelled "Where are you going?!" and I reply "Home! I have to call 911!" He started to laugh and yelled "Get back here, I'm okay!" So I run back, wipe the tears from my eyes, and watch him take out the hook with worm still attached from his mouth, and spitting out dirt, worm, and blood for a good five minutes. I thought he was going to be so mad at me, and I asked him if he was okay, and he said that he was mad because I had caught the biggest fish that day.
I love memories like that. To this day we still laugh about that. I love my father, he is so amazing.
Here is another. Not so good on Dads part but it is a little funny.
I was on the traveling soccer team in 6th or 7th grade, and we had a soccer match in west branch. On the way there, we had stopped at a gas station and Mom and Dad started to agrue over mountain dew. Dad wanted a mountain dew and he asked my mom if she wanted one and (this is her before prozac) she yelled and said that she doesn't drink that shit. So making a scene in the gas station, that instantly got Dad pissed. He was mad on the way to the soccer match, and so was mom. Both bickering back and forth until we got there. I thought everything was fine while I was playing, but when the first quarter rolled around, I started to see Dad walking. I ran up to Mom and asked her where Dad was going. She replied "He's mad at me so he is going to walk home. Don't worry he will come back eventually." So I went back to the game. Now keep in mind West Branch is a good 70-80 miles away from my house.
Finally the game was over and I believe we won. So I was happy with the win, and Dad still wasn't back yet. Nicole and Ashley were all scared because they had thought something had happened to him. So we all piled into the van, and Mom said that if we didn't see him on the way to Ponderosa then piss on him. So on the way to Ponderosa, no sign of Dad. We ate Ponderosa without him, and on the way home, we found him walking on M55 towards Tawas. Mom saw him and instantly started to laugh. We pulled over and told him to get into the car. Being a man and all, he refused to get in. Mom snickered and said that it is a long walk to Tawas, so he got back in the van. He was mad that we didn't find him before we ate Ponderosa, and that his feet hurt. He tracked about a good 15 miles that day, and had blisters for a good week.
Now see how being a pollock is not good, we can't control our stubborness. :P
I love memories like that. To this day we still laugh about that. I love my father, he is so amazing.
Here is another. Not so good on Dads part but it is a little funny.
I was on the traveling soccer team in 6th or 7th grade, and we had a soccer match in west branch. On the way there, we had stopped at a gas station and Mom and Dad started to agrue over mountain dew. Dad wanted a mountain dew and he asked my mom if she wanted one and (this is her before prozac) she yelled and said that she doesn't drink that shit. So making a scene in the gas station, that instantly got Dad pissed. He was mad on the way to the soccer match, and so was mom. Both bickering back and forth until we got there. I thought everything was fine while I was playing, but when the first quarter rolled around, I started to see Dad walking. I ran up to Mom and asked her where Dad was going. She replied "He's mad at me so he is going to walk home. Don't worry he will come back eventually." So I went back to the game. Now keep in mind West Branch is a good 70-80 miles away from my house.
Finally the game was over and I believe we won. So I was happy with the win, and Dad still wasn't back yet. Nicole and Ashley were all scared because they had thought something had happened to him. So we all piled into the van, and Mom said that if we didn't see him on the way to Ponderosa then piss on him. So on the way to Ponderosa, no sign of Dad. We ate Ponderosa without him, and on the way home, we found him walking on M55 towards Tawas. Mom saw him and instantly started to laugh. We pulled over and told him to get into the car. Being a man and all, he refused to get in. Mom snickered and said that it is a long walk to Tawas, so he got back in the van. He was mad that we didn't find him before we ate Ponderosa, and that his feet hurt. He tracked about a good 15 miles that day, and had blisters for a good week.
Now see how being a pollock is not good, we can't control our stubborness. :P