Its funny the things you remember and sad that there are some things you forget. What a lesson for parents sometimes the most ordinary thing, becomes a lifetime memory. Wooloowin! Crazy day of fun and madness! You know the usual activities of a fun loving family – Rolling, chasing, hitting, jumping and running into a bird aviary!!! You guessed it. I ran full tilt into the fibro wall of David’s bird aviary. Put a hole in the wall put a hole in my lip. So my afternoon fun was over as mum tried to be nurse, chef, traffic cop and councillor all at the same time. Well she patched me up good; I had my bath and got all dressed up in my pjs and gown to wait for Dad’s return. I must have waited by the front door for a while but I didn’t care I was looking to show him my brand new injury and get some welcomed head pat attention in return. Now bank telling must have been hard work in those days cause this night Dad came home uptight and stressed. In through the door he came hat, coat, kiss, bad cut, right let’s go! Within moments him and me were off I don’t think we were going anywhere in particular we were just off. This had never happened to me before. I could not have been happier. Late at night, 7 years old, walking the streets, out with my dad. Finally, I got him by myself to ask him some real pressing questions about science and life. How come we both take the same number of steps but you end up so far in front. Deep! It seemed to work because he was caring me soon after that. We must have walked for quite a while more for his benefit than for mine – but it was such a treat. We didn’t talk much we didn’t have to we were out, just us. Well we must have finally got to the intended destination cause we were stopped. Before us were the bright lights of the local take away. Dad was getting some food and he bought for me a special treat ice cream as well. Curiosity got the better of the shop keeper and as we were leaving he leaned over to have a look at the little tike. Holy Hell he said as he saw my cut lip. Well we headed back home but at a much slower pace now. Whatever was fuelling Dad’s fire before was just smouldering embers now. So now walking alongside was not so hard and keeping on the pace was pretty easy. I finished my special treat ice cream and as I licked the remnants from my cuffs and hands I just had to ask him Dad, how can hell be holy? The things you remember, hey!
