I envy your pleasant memories of your dad. I realized at an early age that I would never be able to do anything well enough to suit my dad. So, I just quit trying. It seemed that my older sisters could do no wrong and I could do no right. So, I just did whatever I wanted and didn't worry about what he thought. He once told me that I was a juvenile delinquent, so I asked him, who's fault is that? The look on his face was priceless. Of course, I bolted out the door before he could recover...