Remembering the past

Hello!

I was going out just right now to buy some groceries when my wife opened the door and swoosh humidity. I knew I wasn't able to go to Maxi, I wouldn't have been able to make it back home afterwards. So I started to blog.

Yesterday was a beautiful day, I spent the day at my brothers celebrating my nephews birthday. It was kind of breezy but the Sun was warming up. At the end of the get-together he brought up some old vinyl records from the good old days when we would listen to the same music. What a flashback! I got to admit they're in pretty good shape and wonder if they are worth something on eBay. Then my older brother and youngest brother started debating who knew more about music, who introduced that music into the family and how come my kids don't know anything about these groups.
I admit, my nephews new everything about them. Including which one was the favorite song of their father.

Yes my kids don't know much about my past, they don't know what I'd like, they don't know how I was, they're pretty much in the dark about lots of things of my past life. Yet when we get together there is always talk about: "do you remember when Chuck did this?". I admit I had a very turbulent life, I did many things that my other brothers did not. I was the nutzoid who con his mother into buying an $800 synthesizer at RadioShack. I was the one who bought $200 pair of sneakers from Shaquille O'Neal. I was the one who bought a $2000 engagement ring and gave it to the "love of his life" just two weeks into their relationship. Ask me where is she now? Definitely not here! I married the woman who knocked her out of her place.

Yeah, my life was really turbulent. I always wanted my kids to have a fresh start. I wanted that when they grow up they would be like white canvases where they're going to draw their life and not mine. I want them to say that they did have a father who did crazy things with his life and that he loved them very much.