I am not one to live in the past, but memories do some things to the heart that really make you feel good. Micki and I have two boys that are men now and have their own families, but after to going to Jakes, our only grandson, first tackle football game a lot of memories started to come back.
It was not so much the games but all the time we had enjoying them. Taking them to practice and games seemed like a never ending task, but we loved doing it. Both boys also took piano lessons and they actually liked piano.
Both boys played almost every sport, so for our family going to games, practices and piano lesson was a yearlong proposition. Just because we had boys didn’t mean are friends Bob and Jan with two girls got away without all the hauling. Jenny and Jodi were as active as Skip and Todd.
When we had to go out of town Bob and Jan would watch our boys and that meant hauling them to all their events. Micki even had Bob warm up Skip for a football game by have him punt the football prior to the game. We also did the same for Bob and Jan, and had a great time doing it.
If you think that all this extra activities bothered their studies, will it didn’t, all four where more than above students. Skip and Todd were both all conference atheists in college, Jodi was a varsity diver and Jenny was a simmer at West Point.
As you can see Micki and I are very proud of all four of the kids. Now we get to do it all over except for all the hauling. Now all we have to do is show up for the games.
That is what we did last Saturday. We had map to the game, but I didn’t do any advance planning so it took over an hour to get to a twenty minute destination.
I thought game started at 10:00 AM, but it really started at 10:30. It rained so the game started at 10:45 AM and we didn’t miss the game. Boy was I lucky.
All I can say is thanks for the memories.
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