He wanted me to learn to stand on my own feet, and to make it impossible for me to thank him.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
It was my wish since I was a child to become something, to be able to stand on my own two feet, to do something for myself.
I wanted to grow up to be just like my father.
When I was a kid, I wanted to walk with my dad's limp - my dad was my hero - but that infuriated him, and he would make me walk back and forth in the living room until I walked without it.
I remember him watching me through the crack of a door singing with a hairbrush. I was in front of his mirror. I think he wanted me to sing. He would get me on the table and make me sing sometimes or play the piano. He was very encouraging on that front.
It was a lovely opportunity for the first time in my whole career to stand up and thank people who are really responsible for me getting to realize my dreams.
They shaved a little piece of bone off my small toe. You see, you balance yourself a certain way and this toe had grown under the other ones. So he cut it loose, where I could balance myself and it makes me walk straight.
Grant stood by me when I was crazy, and I stood by him when he was drunk, and now we stand by each other.
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.
He taught me how to fly on my own and learn the tricks.
He imitated me so well that I couldn't stand myself any longer.