In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Re-springing Your Step.”
When I was a kid, my dad and I used to go bike riding on the weekends. It was our father-daughter bonding time. As I got older, school and swimming took up more of my time, and then I went to college (well) out of state and stayed there after graduation.
Now that my parents are retired, they’ve moved up here to Western Washington. Now I meet my dad once or twice a week when I get off work for afternoon walks. I’m enjoying this version of father-daughter bonding time more, I think, than I enjoyed our bike rides when I was a kid. For one, they’re still a novelty. For two, my dad is good company. It’s fun interacting with him as an adult.
And for three, we live in the age of camera phones. I take a lot of photos on our walks. Allow me to present a couple of my favorites: