I struggled to come up with a memory. Just one I mean. All my childhood memories involve my dad and there are so many I want to share. Perhaps after this challenge I will go through them and share some.
I have alwasy been "daddy's girl" no doubt about it. My dad and I are similar, we think the same and we act the same. We understand each other and we get along really well. I won't do anything big without running it past my dad. Through the teenage years we fought as one does, but it has been resolved as adults.
|On the morning of my first birthday, with my dad|
My dad is a civil engineer and so many of my memories revolve around going to his construction sites. We would play where he would be building roads. One of my first fancy dress events saw me dress up as an engineer. I married an engineer! To this day the smell of fresh tar evokes childhood memories and reminds me of my dad. I think a part of me wanted to be a civil engineer, or to be involved in it somehow, but my brain just couldn't get the maths stuff. So I married one.
|On top of the world - On dad's shoulders at my great grandparents house|
My dad is a smart guy but he is also a practical guy. He can see the end goal and he will see the plan to get there. MrB thinks I have the same quality. That makes me really happy as it's one of the things I love about my dad. When I was really young he said to me "You can have anything you want in life, as long as you know how to justify it" This made the think about reason and why I want something. It also led to me thinking about how I would get something.
|Summer holidays in Jeffrey's Bay|
One of my favourite memories of my dad is going on holiday to Spain. We always went to Europe during the winter months as this was his major holiday. My dad would take us on these back road road trips during the day, stop at a small town and explore. We would find a little restaurant where no one spoke English and order something random on the menu. Some days we would find something a delicious local dish and others it would be the weirdest food! I think he got me excited about food!
At night, after eating at a restaurant, we would walk through the streets to find a gelataria (well, Haagen-Dasz or Baskin Robbins - places we didn't have in South Africa) and select ice cream. Walking in the cold night, my dad and I would eat ice cream and tal about Spain, the future and any other silly thing that came to mind.
To this day, when it's cold, I want ice cream!
When I was a little girl I had a Grumpy Bear - my Care Bear from dad, that was stolen. I was broken! Years later, on the eve before I left for the UK, I told my dad about Grumpy Bear and how much I had loved him and how sad I was that he was stolen.
I was battling in the UK and things were not going well. I had been there a few months and was missing home big time. I got to work for my shift (I hadn't had a day off in over 30 days) and was just not ready to be there, when a friend told me a package had arrived. I opened it up. There was Grumpy Bear!!! My dad had sourced Grumpy Bear via eBay, bought it, and sent it to me!! Grumpy Bear got me through all my years in the UK.
|I love this photo - we're both beaming|
My childhood is filled with happy moments with my dad and I am so grateful that we shared them all.