Childhood Memories of a Father

I remember the day we were told he died, and i'm not really comprehending what that meant at that age. I have some memories of my dad, a he was larger than life. He was a full of g and he played the banjo. We'd go visit friends on the lake and come home in the dark, all bundled up in blankets, and he'd make the boat turn so we'd get all scared and giggle and shriek. It's remarkable to me that a human being could decide to blow up a plainfull of strangers, including themselves.