Growing up, my main concern was when the next waterski trip was going to occur. I would scope out any and every body of water I could find, checking depth, wind and all other variables that might make that water a highly desirable ski destination. I always wanted to ski along the freeway out by Tooele, or in the ponds behind the Bountiful landfill. Yes, I know that sounds disgusting. But the true water skier is less concerned with the general nastiness of the water and more into how flat it is. I once skied in a flooded field next to the freeway in Farmington, and one of my favorite spots is in a pond near Logan we affectionately call "Lake Wally" after Brandon Wallin. Winters were spent scouring waterski magazines and buying waterski t-shirts from Marine Products, and looking forward to early spring ski trips to Lake Powell.
Then I got married and that all changed. My dad and my friends' dads sold their boats, and Julie and I moved out-of-state. Add to it that we had no money (I should say "have" no money - who am I kidding?) for way too long and the result was that I did no boating for years and years.
Well that all recently changed with the purchase of this little gem which I'm all too excited about. I'm experiencing the joy of watching my kids learn to love the sport that I loved for so long.
Second, he came up to me holding the DVD of Talledega Nights and said, "watch, dada". Of course I let him watch it because it is, well, the best movie of all time. So he sat and ate his eggs while enjoying the movie and just as Ricky Bobby started into his Baby Jesus prayer, Simon folded his arms. Man, I love that kid.
