working outside with my dad

Even though my dad is now 57 I still picture him a lot younger than he really is. His jet black hair is now going gray, he says its because he has to deal with me but he just doesn't want to admit that's what happens when you get old. He even has to wear glasses 24/7 now. He is a very serious and stern man especially with important matters but other times he can be goofy and even a little immature. I can see now where I get my personality from.I've always admired my dad for how smart he is, he does a lot of crossword puzzles so you can never win at games like scrabble. Before becoming a dentist he wanted to be a chemistry major, that takes a lot of hard work and dedication, it has definitely paid off for him.

My dad and I have always been close. I was definitely a daddy's girls, always wanting to help him around the house. On Sunday's during the summer and fall when I was in grade school I'd be outside helping him mow the lawn. I was too young to do it by myself so he'd be right beside me holding onto the metal bar, his hands covering mine. I remember the smell of the fresh cut grass and the smell of burning leaves. My dad would have on his usual gray sweatpants and gray sweatshirt, I guess he never cared it looked like he was wearing a jumpsuit. Most kids wouldn't find this activity fun but I look it as a way my dad and I bonded, something special between him and I. I don't remember ever talking because the lawn mower was loud and overpowering but we didn't need to. We had a routine of how we cut the grass and it never changed.