Happy Birthday Dad!
Sorry I wished you Happy Birthday yesterday because I am negligent human.
For those unaware (aka most of you), my dad’s a pretty cool dude. My mom worked full time when I was growing up, so my dad was the one who basically raised me. He’s the one who taught me how to read and how to, most importantly, play Age of Empires. He also introduced me to how totally awesome history can be. How? Well, instead of normal books you would think to read to a small child who can’t even tie their shoes yet, my dad read me whatever he was reading at the moment… which was usually some gigantic book about some niche topic during the American Civil War.
Dad’s keen on understanding the ‘realities’ of history. It’s never enough to just read something in a book. To really get into the mindset of what life was like in the past, Dad always says you have to experience it. When I became interested in Medieval History, he taught me how to use a longbow, crossbow, and a few different types of swords. Like I said, cool dude… if a bit mental.
I wish I was kidding. But no. There are photos in a few albums back home of my dad reading a Medieval History textbook to me when I am barely two months old and of me aged twelve fiddling with a longbow in the frontyard. You could make the argument that my chosen path of study was more nurture than nature.
Dad also taught me the value of service and loyalty. I guess a thirty-six year military career would instil certain values in a person. Even now, I really try to live up to the standards my dad set. It’s a challenge, but I think I’m doing okay.
Anyway. Happy Birthday Dad you’re really old now!! Remember to drink your prune juice!