Daddy
I've been thinking about my dad a lot the past few months. The weather turned warm, and with that the lawn needs mowing. Mowing the lawn inevitably makes me think of my dad. My love of flowers and gardening comes from my mom, but my appreciation for a well mowed lawn comes from my dad. As I've been thinking about my daddy, I've been thinking about him, and myself, and perhaps people in general: who we are now, who we wanted to be, and who we have become. Some people will tell you that people can't change. I suppose it may be true to say that some people don't change, but it is not because they can't . People can and do change. I remember walking home from a birthday party with my dad who had come to get me when it was over. I was ten, and the idea of responsibility had suddenly started occurring to me. I had begun to realize that I was going to grow up, and when I did I was going to be expected to do things, important things, r...