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Note: Pap and I used to sit outside on the porch swing when I was a kid. We would sing old songs like Camptown Races. We would even sit out when it was thundering and lightening. He spent hours with me on that porch swing...to this day I love swings and thunderstorms.
Pap used to let me sit on his lap when he was driving (long before seatbelt laws) and he even left me steer once when we were on an old dirt road...I was probably no older than 7...we ended up in a ditch.
Pap used to sit and let my brother and I do whatever we wanted to him. If we were playing barber, we would soak his hair and the water would run down his face. He would just laugh and let us comb his drenched hair over and over again. If we were playing nurse, we would put lotion all over him...more lotion than would be absorbed in hours...but he just laughed.
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