Note: I started following Ben’s blog earlier this year. He writes down random memories that come back to him that he wants to remember. He uses the geeky ‘Randomly Accessed Memories’ and I liked it—so I’m stealing it and using it too!
It’s Saturday morning. Football day. I’m 9-years-old.
Dad would get me up, make sure I ate something, ensure I had the right socks, remind me about my shin pads, and get me to the pitch 30 minutes early.
After the game my sweaty, wet, muddy self would jump in the car, but not before dad threw me a towel to get warm and dry.
On the way home, I’d look over at him. Maybe. Maybe today. Every once in a while—but certainly not every week—he’d say, “Want a milkshake?”
Beaming, I’d bounce up and down in my seat. We’d head through the McDonald’s drive thru and order a chocolate shake—it was always chocolate.
I was reminded of this memory on the way home from touch rugby this evening; it’s when I usually call my dad and we chat about what happened in sport over the weekend. Today I got transported me back to those Saturday morning milkshakes.