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.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
My dad's one of the funniest men in the world. I grew up with him making me laugh so much I'd beg him to stop.
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.
As a kid I would be put to bed when my parents had guests and because I was such a show-off I would go to my mum's room, put on her nightdress and Jackie Onassis shawl, run downstairs, go outside, ring the doorbell and pretend to be one of the guests. I'd say, 'Hello, I'm Mrs. So-and-So.'
My dad is afraid of my laugh.
Daddy was hilarious. He could take the most mundane event and tell it so that we all on the floor laughing. He trained me in the joys of humor.
My dad loved to laugh. He was very funny and very silly.
He wanted me to learn to stand on my own feet, and to make it impossible for me to thank him.
My dad would always tell me, 'When you meet a man, look him in his eye and shake his hand,' and that's just something I've been doing for a long time.
My father would take me to the playground, and put me on mood swings.
When my dad needed a shirt ironed, he would yell downstairs to my mother, who would drop everything and iron his shirt.