I've been reminded a lot of my childhood this week and I'm glad to think that 99% of it was great.
I had parents who wanted to spend time with me. I got that pony I wanted,I had holidays at the beach,I was taught weird facts that will stay in my head forever no matter how useless they may be.
My Dad gave me a love of music whether he knows it or not. My Mum taught me to love unconditionally.
I was reminded of all of this by something as simple as seeing my son and my father dragging out my old water skis out of the shed. I out grew them over 20yrs ago but now my Dad plans to teach my kids to ski just as he taught me and my sisters. I'm just hoping for his sake that it doesn't take my kids as long to learn as it took me. I haven't told them that they will ache the next day and feel like dying but they will be out there again the next day doing it all over again.
I think after all of Dad's hard work I'm the only one that still loves to ski,but I'm hoping this guys will still enjoy it long after I'm gone. I'm thankful my Dad is there for them no matter what they need.
Well thats my stroll down memory lane done as it's 1am here in rainy Australia.Hope the weather clears up nothing worse than skiing in a down pour :) Must be Christmas that makes me all sentimental.
