A trip down memory lane.

"Dad this one! No wait, this one!"
I grew up an only child in the country with nothing to do. My dad thought I should start learning how to drive early, which now, Im glad I did. Working between both our farm, and my grandparents farm was fun. We got to take a nice muddy path to get from farm to farm, and the smell of fresh air always made me happy. Dad thought it would be easiest to get a golfcart to drive between farms. Before you knew it, we were picking out a golfcart.
I wanted the fancy golfcart, radio, turn signal, lights, the whole works. As for dad, he was looking for the cheap basic one to get you from A to B. Thats what we got.
The moment that golfcart was home, it was being driven around. Dad found an old tractor radio and we put that in there, it also was getting lights put on it for night. I thought I was the coolest thing around, driving that golfcart. All the neighbors would wave and smile as I drove by, and always laugh about it when I saw them in person.
In the middle of winter I would be driving it, mostly getting stuck, but eh that was the fun part right?

I want to make a tribute to my dad. Without you teaching me how to drive, and buying me that golfcart, Im not sure where I would be today. It taught me how to drive, and gave me responsibility. I hope you can always look back on that stupid old golfcart and think of all the fun rides we had, all the times you had to get me out of the ditch in the winter. I know that I have some great memories on there, like the trips we use to take to town, the times my friends drove it and crashed, or when we rolled it and got up and started driving again. Those are the memories that will last a lifetime!
Thank you daddy!