I remember father going on his
bicycle to get us our books and patiently put brown paper covers on them. While in school I did not ride a bike as much, but would walk long distances. We would come home and tell dad about what we learnt. He used to get a lot of kicks out of the New Math I was learning- set theory. I would learn these really cool concepts and then come home and tell my father and he would have a good laugh.
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Hmmm - I didn't discuss my studies with Father much.
I would watch movies a lot, dress up, and re-enact all the scenes for him. He was patient enough to sit through all that - again and again and yet again.
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