There was a time in my life when happiness wasn't an issue. I was as happy as could be, and I was very content with life. The days seemed to blend together as one good happy memory, but a series of memories that went all too fast. I had a opportunity that a lot of young people didn't get, the opportunity to have two active, and loving parents in my life. My parents were the best anyone could ever ask for because they genuinely loved me and my sister, and they protected us from any possible harm. They were fun-loving and enjoyed joking around, but when it was time to be serious they got quite serious. It seemed like I had a knack for getting into trouble since I was extremely hyper-active due to my ADHD (attention Deficit Hyper-Active Disorder). This also made it extremely hard to focus in school, and it still does to this day. .
The relationship my dad and I shared was like none other. I guess we blended so well because according to him I was just like him when he was my age. Regardless, we had a very good and solid relationship which benefitted me greatly, and will still continue to do so until the day I die. Me and my dad had such great times together. I often find myself getting lost in the memories that we had together such as going to a baseball game, or even going to the park to fly a new Remote Controlled (R.C.) plane he had bought me, or then maybe having a video game competition to prove our "dominance". Those memories are all I really have left now, and I will always hold them close to my heart. I can't further express how much fun we had. It was just at a really good point in my life almost as if I were dreaming, But sadly a nightmare took over my utopia. .
My father was an extremely proud person - almost to the point where he had to always be right. I would find myself laughing at times because my family all knew he was wrong but he would still insist that he was right. Despite this we all loved him very much because we all have our faults.