Random Thursday!

It's Thursday bitches! (Okay, technically here in the central timezone it's still Wednesday, but shh) It's time for Random Thursday with Lin Meg and Em!

This week is all about Favorite Childhood Memories! :) 

I don't have just one memory that sticks out in my mind, I have a bunch, but it's not because I can't narrow down one memory, it's because I didn't get to make a lot of memories like these. My favorites are any and all memories I have with my dad. I'm sure you that follow my blog know why and if you don't, it's because he died when I was 7.  I only had about 4ish years of memorable memories with him and I hold every one of those very very close to my heart. 

I LOVED when we used to go fishing, it was one of his favorite things to do, hell there's even a picture of a bass on his head stone. 

I loved being able to go to work with him, it was so awesome. He worked for my grandpa checking his oil wells and my grandpa didn't care that he took my younger sister and I along. We spent a lot of time on old, dirt, back country roads with HUGE hills and he would speed up when we could see the hill in the distance and then we would "jump" it and lose our stomachs every single time! My sister and I even hit our heads on the roof of the truck a few times from being jarred so far off our seats, it was SO FUN!!! 

He used to come and bang on the door of my bedroom when my sister and I were supposed to be sleeping but were laughing and talking instead, even that sticks out to me! He had this loud booming voice that literally made us jump because he loved to scare us like that. He would always bang on the door and then say, "girls, you need to go to bed. Don't make me come back in here." Lol, he'd always tell us he loved us and then we'd continue to talk a lot quieter. 

I loved listening to music with him and my mom. They are the reason that I love classic rock so much! When I was 3 my favorite song was "Jungle Love" by The Steve Miller Band.

I just really wish that I would have been able to make a lot more memories with him than I did. It sucks to look at photos and know that they are the ONLY ones I'll ever have of him and I together and it breaks my heart. It hurts too, to see that there aren't that many with him and my sister. She was only 3 when he died and I know she doesn't have a lot of memories because she only got to spend 3 years with him. Hell, I didn't get to have that many memories either because 7 is still really young.