@HelenC. Your post about dad as a giant, yet human has echoed in my mind through the Summer and often since you originally posted, how often the opportunity for relationship to mature and stay the same somehow. To my readers, visit Helen’s blog and enjoy!
This is my submission for Cee’s Black & White Challenge: Large Subjects
Every little girl thinks her dad is a giant. He could lift her up to touch stars, laugh with such a force that shakes the ground, and scare monsters away just by showing them his face.
My dad was my giant… for many years.
One day when I was in junior high Dad took me to downtown by letting me ride in the back of his bike. When we reached a big hill, he started peddling hard, but it didn’t take me long to realize that he couldn’t make it to the top. How could this be possible? My dad CAN do anything!
I leaned forward, moved my body back and forth, and lifted myself off the seat… I wanted to reduce my weight so Dad could make it to the top.
After some struggling, Dad got off…
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