Remembering my dad
He has been gone four years last month and i cant help but remember a little song he taught me when I was very young.
When I was just a little boy and barely able to crawl
I raised up my little leg and peed again' the wall
I saw the steam and thought it was a fire
So, I raised up my llttle leg and peed a little higher
Re: Remembering my dad
My father was great mechanic and had a knack of figuring out a way to fix something, remove something or get at something when it looked like most would throw in the towel. Now when I'm stumped with a repair I will often ask myself "What would dad do?"