When my dad was alive he had very fond memories of me as a child. He didn't remember me climbing to the top of dressers and china cabinets pretending to be one of the monkeys I used to watch on Wild Kingdom. He had no recollection of my forward flips from our upstairs loft onto the first floor couch.

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