Monday, June 20, 2011

a few of david's favorite memories

david has had asthma since he was an infant. effective medicines hadn't been developed yet, so steroids were really the only type of maintenance/treatment. as a result, he was sick a lot, in the hospital er a lot, and his parents were constantly worried about him.

one day, however, in fifth or sixth grade, david came home saying he wanted to play ice hockey. this was an involved sport, as most are, and very physically demanding, as most are. david's parents have always wanted him to be happy, so they support whatever that endeavor may be. david's dad took him to ice hockey practice 3 days a week from 6-8pm, as well as to games every saturday. this went on for 5 or 6 years. as david puts it, "my dad took precious time out of his schedule on my behalf--on behalf of a sick kid who could hardly breathe--because he wanted me to have a normal childhood."

bob is the ultimate montanan. born and raised, blue montana blood coursing through his veins. they spent a lot of time outdoors. they went camping practically every weekend, fishing, hiking, etc. wherever bob went, david went. david remembers one camping trip where he and bob went on an all-day fishing excursion. they did not bring any t.p. david had to go. there apparently weren't any leaves around, or at least not usable leaves. bob told david to use a pine cone...david did! he said it was very exfoliating.

bob and david also really got into rc car racing when he was little. david remembers his dad being able to fix anything with the engine/frame, and helping him run it even better. david loved going to the events with his dad.

bob was quite the adventurer back in the day. he's told us a few stories, but when i ask to hear more of his escapades, he says we'll just have to wait for the book. he's slid down a montanan glacier (rear-first), hiked down cliffs for the best fishing hole, baha raced (i think that's what mud-racing is called...), and gone on countless horseback riding excursions. we'll just have to wait for the book to hear the rest...




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