Remembering Dad

Remembering Dad

When I was:

Four years old: My daddy can do anything.

Five years old: My daddy knows a whole lot.

Six years old: My dad is smarter than your dad.

Eight years old: My dad doesnâ€t know exactly everything.

Ten years old: In the olden days, when my dad grew up,

things were sure different.

Twelve years old: Oh, well, naturally, Dad doesnâ€t know

anything about that. He is too old to remember his

childhood.

Fourteen years old: Donâ€t pay any attention to my dad. He is

so old-fashioned.

Twenty-one years old: Him? My Lord, heâ€s hopelessly out of

date.

Twenty-five years old: Dad knows about it, but then he

should, because he has been around so long.

Thirty years old: Maybe we should ask Dad what he thinks.

After all, heâ€s had a lot of experience.

Thirty-five years old: Iâ€m not doing a single thing until I

talk to Dad.

Forty years old: I wonder how Dad would have handled it. He

was so wise.

Fifty years old: Iâ€d give anything if Dad were here now so I

could talk this over with him. Too bad I didnâ€t appreciate

how smart he was. I could have learned a lot from him.