Seasons, senses & self: Day 28
I started a new job in the big city that year. Had to catch a bus from the edge of town to the station, then jump on a train. Son’s school was near the station, so he’d come on the bus with me – if he got up on time! It was his first year at Big School. Shy boy. Like me I suppose. Cleverer than me though, in a bookish way. Not very practical. Absolutely refused to do sport – I mean, I’m not keen myself, but you have to try, don’t you? I worry about him sometimes.
Seasons, Senses & Self: a daily series
An extract from a son’s memoir of his father. In this vignette the author takes his father’s point of view, and tries to imitate his style of speaking rather than writing polished prose.