Writer's Block: Father nature
Jun. 20th, 2010 07:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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I have no memories of my father, I've never met him.
I used to go on walks in the countryside with my Granda, it probably wasn't all that far, though it felt like miles.
Strangely though, I don't ever remember having tired feet, I just remember fields and butterflies etc, and my Granda of course (whearas all I remember about walks with my Step Dad or his parents is tired feet, and people telling me to stop dawdling).
I'm pretty sure I got my love of music from my Granda, especially slightly cheesy odd stuff (Bobby Picket and the Crypt Kickers for the win :D )
I have no memories of my father, I've never met him.
I used to go on walks in the countryside with my Granda, it probably wasn't all that far, though it felt like miles.
Strangely though, I don't ever remember having tired feet, I just remember fields and butterflies etc, and my Granda of course (whearas all I remember about walks with my Step Dad or his parents is tired feet, and people telling me to stop dawdling).
I'm pretty sure I got my love of music from my Granda, especially slightly cheesy odd stuff (Bobby Picket and the Crypt Kickers for the win :D )
