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  • My parents got divorced when I was 6 years old. I have a little sister who is 3 years younger than me. This is my favorite childhood memory of my Dad and us. If Vickie remembers this - I bet she'd say the same.
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    A few years after the divorce, Dad was still visiting us every Wednesday and we stayed with him every other weekend.

    On those Wednesday nights he would come to Williston. The home where my mother, sister and I still lived and where he used to live with us. It was usually just for about 2 hours - maybe 3 during the summer months when there was more light outside.

    I remember I used to looooooooove roller skating - and I was pretty good at it!

    One summer night we were having an exceptionally fun time. Vickie and I were donning our roller skates and we had a rope... And we asked Dad if he would drag us around by the rope... And he said yes!!

    It was an evening of pure pleasure - and a little pain.

    As he pulled us, we'd get more and more brave and it would get more and more dangerous.

    Vickie and I ended up falling over, skinning our hands and knees, getting scratched by shrubbery - and each time we fell Dad would run (using that term loosely) and check to see if we were alright and we would reply "Never better!"

    Never better. And it was wholly true.

    It was, maybe, on these nights alone that we had our Dad's FULL ATTENTION. All to ourselves.

    I doubt that Mom was pleased when she came back home and found us battered and bruised like that. I remember being achy the next day and picking the scabs on my "boo-boo's." You couldn't have removed the smile from my face if you tried.

    Many nights after that night Vickie and I tried to create the magic that we felt that ONE night. We couldn't quite get it.

    There were times we'd get glimpses - like when we went to see Jurassic Park in the movie theater a few years later. Father and daughter nerds united in amazement by what we were seeing. We'd talk for hours about it after getting out of the theater.

    Those are the stories that I choose to think about this Father's Day - although there are plenty of stories that aren't so sweet.

    Tonight - except for not having my daughter with me (she's celebrating summer and Father's day with her own Dad - and is happy) - if you ran to me and asked me how I was doing - if I was alright and okay... I'd say...

    "Never better."

    And I'd mean it.

    [Without the bruises and the scratches]
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