Yesterday we played the requisite game of mini-golf.
I have very fond memories of playing mini-golf with my Dad along the very same boardwalk in OCNJ 100 years ago when I was little.
In fact, it was one of the things that I anticipated the most every summer.
I always assumed that my Dad loved mini-golf as much as me.
After enduring the game with my own kids today, I realized it is just one more thing that parents do because they love their kids.
The things we parents do for/with our children. Building memories is the most important.
ReplyDeleteWhen it comes to mini-golf, I feel like Olivia. What's funny is that I just posted a photo of me playing golf in 1985. I hated it when my parents dragged me there and I still hate it. m.
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