Speeding down the water slide at Paradise Pool with a Beach Boys medley playing in the background.
Dancing like two idiots to Achy Breaky Heart or any other random country song playing on the radio.
Striking out a batter and hearing him yell, “Alright!” from inside the dugout.
These are some of my fondest memories with my father as a child.
Growing up, I was a daddy’s girl, for sure.
We spent weekends together, mostly at the pool if it was summertime.