There are few things harder to understand as a kid than having to uproot and move. Getting familiar with a new town, fitting in at a new school, making new friends – these things are hard enough when you’re an adult in control of the situation. As a kid who doesn’t quite yet understand how the world works, it erases nearly everything you knew and forces you to start over.
About four years into my web presence, I was putting up pictures of my high school graduation. One of them was of my family gathered around me.
About a week after I put the photo up, I received a joking email from my dad, informing me that I had used his likeness without his permission and that I should remove it immediately. (I’m sure this was one of those life lessons that he always attempts to instill.)
In retaliation, I gave him a witness-protection style blue dot over his head.
In light of Father’s Day, here is a very recent photo of my Dad. I am already looking forward to the cease and desist letter.
Mom and I, at Top of The Rock last month.
I have been told on more than one occasion that I am difficult to shop for. What many people may not realize is that I get this trait from my parents.
A conversation with my Mom, loosely transcribed, from a few days ago:
> Mom: So what do you want for your birthday?
> Me: I don’t know. What do you want for Mother’s Day?
> Mom: I don’t want anything, really. Just remember that it’s Mother’s Day.