Hey! My Dad Too!
Although it wasn't usual at the time, when I was young my dad took me hunting (we never killed anything), worked on the car with me and let me create at his elbow in his wood shop. He encouraged me to try whatever I wanted, no matter how different, and to work hard at whatever I loved, no matter how difficult. He made a dyslexic kid believe she could tell stories people would want to read. My mom read to me, and I know that helped give me my love of story, but my dad loved my stories, my foolish made up worlds and words. That, indeed, gave me the power of the infinite.
