January 26, 2021•104 words
When I was young, my dad and I visited the local arcade - Funspot, in Concord. One of our favorite games to play together was Punch-Out!!. Since we couldn't take the game home, we'd play pretend.
Without boxing gloves, I used my baby brother's diapers. I'd pound away at my dad's fists, pretending he was Bald Bull. I was 5 or 6. He would have been 30. I'm 39 now. I still remember it vividly.
He's gone now, my dad. I love imagining him back then. Fake-boxing with his oldest son. Working hard. Providing for his family.
I miss you so much, Dad. Thank you.