My Mountain

During my young years I never really remembered most of my time with my old man. The person I remember the most growing up is my big sis. ( Don't worry, I'll properly explain later.)

The times I actually remember seeing him during my really young times at our old house were actually very few.

But the times that I do remember he was always carrying me in his arms or I was being given a piggy back ride. Note that I was like 4 or 5 years old.

My dad was and still is a thick and tall person so the piggyback rides made me look awkward, with my feet dangling by the side weirdly with me trying hard to not falls off.

But those moments to me were beautiful. Staring at his thick broad back. Being so high up I could see so far away, and knowing that no matter how awkward or kind of uncomfortable I felt, I always felt safer. No matter how much others would pull on my leg telling me I was a big boy I can't be riding on my old man's back anymore for him to only answer 'just leave him be'

His broad back I could rest my head on made me feel that no matter what this man would always be there for me.

Plus it did not hurt that this man was a thick almost 7 foot tall man so yh. Hehehe.

This chapter to my old man. The pillar, the support, My Mountain.

Love you dad.