ld, one of my earliest memories was of watching Saturday morning cartoons with my dad. He was working third shift at the G.W. Bliss factory in Hastings, Michigan, and he slept most of the hours that I was awake. The one time I got to see him during daylight hours was when he came home on Saturday morning and we watched cartoons together. 1968 was a particularly good year for cartoons, and we watched them side-by-side while eating Kool-Pops. I always had a preference for the blue ones, and strangely enough my daughter prefers them too, without any urging from me.
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I know you were probably hoping I wouldn't comment on this. Don't think for one second that I feel you should be ashamed of your memories or feel guilty because I don't have those kind. I'm glad you do and that you can share them with your daughter. Those memories are the stuff you use to build hers. It is as it should be.
I like the blue ones, too.
My dad would NEVER watch cartoons with or without me...
Jeff, you can comment on whatever you like. I have some fond memories of Dad, and I won't feel guilty about them. I actually think it makes what happened to us more poignant when you contrast what life was like when I lived with him to when I lived away.
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