Childhood Memories of Dad

Cold winter, hot summer, gravel, darkness, inconvenient tools, and deterioration of old hot bars. All of these suddenly appeared when the dreams of my father and son became reality. There is no need to be distracted in one of our own. A place where we combine our ideas, mechanically rebuild cars and repair them within our own scope. This place where my father and I started building is also called "The Shop" or "Hopshop". This shop is the last project my father started, and I will finish it.

Many memories of my childhood were my father bent over several machines, and his tools dotted around him. If the project is delayed like a microwave popcorn, a click sound will be generated and the frequency and intensity will rise. My father wants his son to be helpless, so I will try to involve me in these projects. "One day you need to know these things." He may still need someone standing there to have a stupid flashlight. I can foresee that I am not keen on this participation at the age of 12. My mother said that my common response is "I only pay for others to do this." Before I play Super Nintendo as a professional, I think that there is a bright future.

One of my father's most valuable childhood memories was in the snowstorm of Monroe, North Carolina. My father knows that people will not drive carefully on the snow-covered road. So he threw the chain behind his pickup, grasped two working gloves, bound me, then we left. Sure enough, we met cars in the groove, the owner was stuck. This is in front of the phone. Old way Dad raises and tells these people that they confuse them. "

One of my childhood memories is to visit the village where the Church's World Service Center is working with my father. Blueprints are usually similar - training to provide clean water, establishment of a school to provide first education in the area, and establishment of a small clinic to provide healthcare