In nineteen sixty one my dad took me for a long walk up Arras Road to the M.L.S. (Maple Leaf Service) It was a strip mall in Base Borden and it is still there but under a different name.
Well it was a sunny summer day and we walked Father & Son up the street beside the tall pines, and crossed the field where the path was worn to the yellow sand. You could hear the cicada's singing in the air, the breeze was gentle with the smell of pine, and I was with my dad by his invitation.
I don't know what we talked about, or how much I ran around him like a little boy would but I do remember his smile. He was a soldier, and a scrapper born in the dirty thirties, raised in Cabbagetown Toronto. He was tough. He was my dad.
We walked across the field, and through the pavement to the main building where the grocery store was onto the sidewalk.
It was hot, and my dad started across the front of the supermarket and bypassed the entrance went around the building and continues on past the dentist, doctor, and even went by the pharmacy where you could get the best candy in that strip mall. I followed him around that corner down the walk to the end and left on the walk where it headed for the Hardware store. I had no idea what my dad was doing, I didn't know what was on his mind. I was just with my dad; me and him, no brothers or sister or mother to interfere. It was grand!
So into the hardware store we went and around to the back and my dad stopped and started haggling price with one of the salesmen while I was ogling the two wheelers not listening to the men talk.
Dad calls me over; points to the rack of two wheeled bikes and says ..."pick one son".
I couldn' t believe it!.!.!. REALLY?
They were all second hand bikes but I didn't care........I grabbed hold of a 24 incher and out the door we went to test drive it. Well I did. Dad just stood at the store door watching. I could barely manage the pedals but it was going to be mine and all I had to say was yes when dad asked if I wanted it.
He questioned me at some length but was satisfied that I was able to handle the bike. I was ecstatic. It was a freedom for me to have that bike. It meant I could go anywhere in Camp Borden as long as I had my bike. My dad paid for it and all the way home he was smiling and between my grins and a thousand thank-you's me and my dad eventually got back to 72 Arras Rd.
Off the top of my head darlin....That was the happiest thing to have happened to me. Back in the summer of nineteen sixty one on a 24 incher C.C.M. with my dad.
2007-03-28 11:37:34
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answered by the old dog 7
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Apart from having a wonderful family, I think it is when I read the book Another Thought by OC Tross.
2007-03-28 13:34:10
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answered by ken123 3
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Okay, after marriage and child rearing..........Its the grand-kids!!!
Its so much fun being a grandfather!! Theres something about a little one calling me papa that melts my heart!!!
2007-03-28 11:13:20
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answered by carpentershammerer 6
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Actually with me it has to be kids - was told I could not have any and now I have two.
2007-03-28 11:15:43
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answered by Feline05 5
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I can't remember it very well, but it was the first time I was nursed. Pretty happy. Pretty gosh darn happy....
2007-03-28 11:16:14
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answered by Finnegan 7
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Watching to lesbians going at.
Hey you asked.
2007-03-28 11:16:27
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answered by psych0bug 5
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i was able to see my grandfather right before he had a heart attack and died. i was happy that i was able to see and talk to him
2007-03-28 11:29:34
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answered by girly-girl 3
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playing music playing violin.
2007-03-28 11:13:56
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answered by FASTMOSHEN 2
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meeting my first love. That was pretty good.
2007-03-28 11:25:25
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answered by the_sheik_of_sheet_lightning 3
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The birth of my daughter......
2007-03-28 11:15:56
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answered by Ariadne on TAURUS 2
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