My father would take me to the playground, and put me on mood swings.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I would ask my dad what he did, and he'd say, 'I listen to people's problems.' In some way what he did for a living is in my genes.
Now that I'm a parent, I understand why my father was in a bad mood a lot.
My father would go to work and try to survive every day just to get home to my mother so they could be at each other's side. That's what I want.
My father would chaperone at high-school dances, and the toughest guy in the high school used to want to fight my father. My father broke his hand on a guy's head once in school.
After school, my mom would pick me up and I would just go to visit my dad in the recording studio, and I would see him working with Mark Hamill or hear him doing the 'Transformers' or a 'G.I. Joe' or the 'Rugrats.'
To be honest, I think I'd become a bit selfish with memories of my father. I wanted to hug them close to me.
Decades later I would look into my father's eyes and try to reach past the murkiness of Alzheimer's with my words, my apology, hoping that in his heart he heard me and understood.
My parents were divorced and I would spend weekends with my father.
Somewhere, sometime I'd stopped expecting my father to father.
My father would invite me sweetly to come and sit on a stool at his feet, and, as I let myself trustingly down, he would gently kick the seat from under me - and laugh.