My dad was always there for me. He tought me how to do so many things like ride a bike, swim, and even drive! I remember he let me drive when my mom was in the truck. I was on his lap stearing. It was the most hilarious thing because she was so scared saying, "Oh my gosh, we're getting closer to the tree!" but he trusted me.

I will never forget all of the crazy things we did. Alot of people used to say we were two peas in a pod. We used to go to this place that he named Kayla Island. It was alot of fun! We used to hike there alot.

I think about him everyday. Since my father passed away, I've learned to appriciate every single thing that happens for me now. 

We went EVERYWHERE together and we were always together. I remember he used to pick me up on his shoulders and I would mess up his hair on purpose :) He didn't mind even though he would take forever doing his hair. That's another thing we have in common, we both take a long time infront of the mirror!

I also remember he used to bring me to places like Lowes, Home Depot, and stores like that. We would ride on the carts and race each other on them. We were such goofballs together :D

I will always remember everything we did together. He was the most amazing person in my life, a wonderful father, and my best friend.

When I was about 10 years old, my mother was in traction in the hospital with a very bad back.  My father and sister went to the hospital to visit her, and I stayed home with my brother.

My brother had his permit and a car (an old push-button Valiant!), but no license.  Gene says, "come on, let's go for a ride"....I knew this was wrong, but I really didn't want to stay home by myself!

So, we're driving along now on Peace Valley Road.  We see lights from behind so we knew a car was coming, so my brother pulls into this little open space off the road to let the car pass.  Unfortunately, the car did not pass.  It was a cop, and he had blocked us into the spot, so now were locked in!  Oops!

Next thing you know, we're at the police station.  I'm a little girl, it's night time, and I'm wearing my pajamas, robe & slippers...some criminal!   I would have to say that my parents handled it pretty well when the Montville Police called the hospital asking for my father to pick up his kids at the station!  Ah, the late 70's....

Glad you liked it... Here's how I met your mother...

A week after the Don incident, Gene takes me to a party at Tommy Sinners house.   We were supposed to stay over but his parents came home or something went wrong, so we left. Rather than take me home,
Gene pulls into your driveway.  He tells me I should sleep over & he'll take me home in the a.m.    I ask if your parents were there & he says yes, but not to worry, they won't mind at all.  Now I'm freaking a bit..  My parents were super strict & no way they'd have let me or my brother have a date sleep over at that age.   I think I'd told them I was sleeping over a girlfriends.  Anyhow, not having much choice, I reluctantly go in the house & slip down the hall to Gene's room.  I'm so not down with the whole idea that I don't think I even took my shoes off.  I slept on top of the covers with all of my clothes on.  Gene is snoring in lilke 30 seconds & I'm laying awake for what felt like hours.   I guess I fell asleep since next thing I know, someone is shaking me.  I open my eyes & there is a strange, small, blonde woman with a heavy foreign accent yelling in my face.. "who are you?".. "Gene, who is this".. "get up & get out of my house now".... I'm MORTIFIED!  She turns, storms out & slams the door.. I jump up & before I can say anything, Gene is calling her back.. 'Mom" "Mom"..   Marit flings the door open & yells "WHAT GENE".. Gene says, very sweetly, "does this mean you won't make us pancakes?"..  Marit slams the door & I climb out the window!

I could write a book!