Andrew is at that age now where I can remember what that age felt like. I grew up playing with GI Joe figures (3 3/4 inch size). I loved my GI Joes. I loved the cartoon. I loved the comics. I wore camfolage shirts, pants, belts, hats. I embraced being an “american hero.” When I presented Andrew with two of the GI Joes I had stored back for Christmas (he had been exceptionally good at a long meeting) I was just as excited as he was.
I’m turning into that Dad that is reliving his memories thru his son. Not sure if that’s a good thing, but it is bringing back some great memories.
