My Dad Is Not My Biological Father
Early this summer I discovered that my dad is not my birth father. Talk about twisting my mind up.
Fitness and everything else
Early this summer I discovered that my dad is not my birth father. Talk about twisting my mind up.
It has been a while since I posted. It’d been a strange summer discovering my NPE status.
I happened to see a link to an old recording of Action News from Philly. It brought back plenty of memories. My mom always turned on the news in the morning and evening.
At this point of the year it would have been getting close to my dad’s birthday. That got me thinking and remembering how we’d get mostly Luca pizza every Thursday. That was his payday.
When we were growing up we were never fat like so many kids today. My dad worked and my mm didn’t drive until middle school so we walked anywhere we had to go. I guess we rode bikes a lot too.
I remember climbing trees as a kid. There was no tree that we didn’t attempt to climb.
Something reminded me of all my cactuses when I was in elementary school. I loved plants and growing them. Cactus and succulents were my favorites because they were different.