In honor of Fathers Day I am going to share five childhood memories about my dad. Pardon my brother’s head in the foreground I was a daddy’s girl. I would do anything he did when I was young. Mom said I was in the shop with dad when he was working on a tractor once, and when I saw him wipe his greasy hands down the front of his jeans, I immediately wiped my grungy little hands down the front [...]