My favorite childhood memory with my dad...hmm. That'd be difficult to pinpoint. But I remember this one time, we went to a Steelers pre-season game, the season they went 15-1. I remember watching Ben Roethlisburger and saying "That guy looks good." and dad was like "He's decent, but he's not playoff-making season material."
I laugh at that now.
Originally posted by TheKingofKINGS!
My favorite childhood memory with my dad...hmm. That'd be difficult to pinpoint. But I remember this one time, we went to a Steelers pre-season game, the season they went 15-1. I remember watching Ben Roethlisburger and saying "That guy looks good." and dad was like "He's decent, but he's not playoff-making season material."I laugh at that now.
Good story, but you were a child two years ago?
My fave memory... probably when I was like... 6, my dad took me out in the car, but didn't tell me where we were going. We drove for like, half an hour, and when we finally stopped I was bursting with anticipation. He took me my first time mini golfing, and I remember there was this like... stream you had to hit it over, but I hit it in instead, and when I tried to get it out I fell in. It was really funny, my dad was laughing so hard and then he helped me out. That's my favorite memory.
Originally posted by d-fly_girl008
My fave memory... probably when I was like... 6, my dad took me out in the car, but didn't tell me where we were going. We drove for like, half an hour, and when we finally stopped I was bursting with anticipation. He took me my first time mini golfing, and I remember there was this like... stream you had to hit it over, but I hit it in instead, and when I tried to get it out I fell in. It was really funny, my dad was laughing so hard and then he helped me out. That's my favorite memory.
That's a $$$ story. Thanks.
We live in sunny Huntington Beach, where it never snows. Thus I was never really able to have a "white" christmas or anything, and I always wanted to. One winter, when I was around 8 years old, a couple weeks before Christmas, my dad ran into my room in the morning saying that something happened outfront that I had to see. I went outfront and saw the front lawn covered in snow.
I was so amazed. My dad and I had a little snowball fight and made a snowman, then I called my friends over and we played in the snow.
I guess my dad went to a neighbors xmas party the night before, and one of the other guests lived up in the mountains and brought a bunch of snow with him in the back of his truck. My dad talked to him and got the guy to dump it on our lawn during the night. That's my favorite childhood memory of my dad.
I have many memories with my dad, playing through The Legend of Zelda when I was 4 years old with him, he would help me out when I got stuck and we eventually beat it.
Or going to sporting events with him, even though I'm not a big sports fan, it's always fun.
Or how he always manages to find everything, no matter how hard. Like, the Xmas when the power rangers were really popular, I wanted the megazord but it was so hard to find. Xmas morning came and I opened all my presents, no megazord was there, which was what I expected.
Then my dad looked at a curtain on the other side of the room and said "Hey, I think I see something behind that curtain? What could it be?" I went and looked, and there was a present behind the curtain. I opened it and sure enough it was the megazord.
Hmmmm...probably playing the original Legend of Zelda and Dragon Warrior with him on our NES when I was three years old. We pissed off our mom so much because she was never able to use the TV in the evenings. And I can certainly say that that was the thing that launched me into my geekdom.
As it stands, though...haven't seen him in three years.