I had been promised a souvenir. This souvenir, specifically:
It was getting late, and we were leaving the park. My Dad was worried - apparently the place we were staying was in a bad part of town and he wanted to get back before dark. We were nearly at the exit when I asked about my Daisy.
Daisy. Everyone had forgotten about Daisy. So we all turned around and tromped through the park to find the store that had the Daisy that I wanted.
I don't remember any of that, though. What I remember was after we got Daisy, and we were leaving the park. I remember my Dad carrying me. He was wearing a grey jacket and I remember my head slowly dropping against his shoulder as I fell asleep.
There was no bad part of town, the park wasn't closing, there was just my dad, carrying me safely home with Daisy in hand.
|happy birthday, dad|