I was about 2 when my Mother caught me trying to sneak down the basement steps, I was crawling backwards down the steps and was only 3 or 4 steps down when she opened the door and said “Where you going little man?” I wanted to go play in the coal bin, even then I liked to get dirty.
The first memory of my Dad was at about 3, he was watching a Packers game on TV and I was sitting in his lap. I asked him when was he was going to play for the Packers, he told me that he wasn't good enough to play football. I was devastated to learn my Dad couldn't do something, my Dad was a god to 3 year old me. Fast forward 25 years and I have my 3 year old daughter in my lap while watching a Packers game, she asked me the same question and I gave the same answer as my Dad did, I thought the poor kid was going to cry, the good news is that she got over it.
I was about 2 when my Mother caught me trying to sneak down the basement steps, I was crawling backwards down the steps and was only 3 or 4 steps down when she opened the door and said “Where you going little man?” I wanted to go play in the coal bin, even then I liked to get dirty.
The first memory of my Dad was at about 3, he was watching a Packers game on TV and I was sitting in his lap. I asked him when was he was going to play for the Packers, he told me that he wasn't good enough to play football. I was devastated to learn my Dad couldn't do something, my Dad was a god to 3 year old me. Fast forward 25 years and I have my 3 year old daughter in my lap while watching a Packers game, she asked me the same question and I gave the same answer as my Dad did, I thought the poor kid was going to cry, the good news is that she got over it.