I decieded I didn't like the color of the shingles, on the roof of Dads garage. So I started pianting every other one bright red. Hence the belt. To this day red scares me.

I wanted a place to play with my MatchBox cars, in the rain. Flooding the basement in our house sounded like a good idea, at the time. The Belt.

I wanted to build a fort in the back yard so I used all the wood Dad had saved for a project on that fort. Again the belt.

I took Dads lawn mower apart, just to see how it worked. This time there was no belt. He felt sorry for me. I held on to the spark plug wire while I pulled the rope. I found out what it was to get shocked by a spark plug wire. Dad laughed until he cried.

Dad, I cherish all the memories of you, and will through all my life.