I was fortunate to have a relationship with my Dad. Back in the day, it was not expected for Fathers to have that much to do with the children. But I remember him playing typewriter on my tummy as I giggled hysterically. He just kept a stern face like he was really on a typewriter.
I also recall standing on his feet and clutching his trousers as we danced around the kitchen, or dining room or lounge. It was a precious time.
It was, for others, just the era and error of the day…
Kait King 2017
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