The first memory I have of my dad is of me laying in a tub while he tickled my feet. My feet are very ticklish and he was taking full advantage of that, getting as wet from my splashes as I was by being in the water. Later, he used those same feet to yank me out of bed to get me moving for school. My mom would rather politely just open the door to wake me but dad, well, … [Read more...]