STUFF PORTRAIT FRIDAY: Luggage…nope, baggage.

Nope, the more I thought about it and the more the day progressed, I thought about all the crap about my dad.

I do carry that around like a big ol’ bag of doodie.  See the picture above? It’s me winning my first trophy in BMX racing.  I didn’t do BMX because I was so into bikes and couldn’t get enough of the thrill of jumping the table tops.  I did it because the neighbor boy did it and his dad was my dad’s best friend.

This was taken 14 years ago, the day before Kara was born.  It’s me holding a Walther P88 my dad was so proud of it.  When I was a kid I spent my weekends with my mom and dad out behind the house with an arsenal of guns and ammo.  We would spend hours out shooting at targets and then some weekends we would pack up our stuff and go on a competition shoot.

After BMX and Shooting he got into golf.

My dad was gone during the week and only home Friday night to Sunday night.  Our weekends were always spent doing what my dad enjoyed.
It wasn’t just me. My mother always got into what he was into.

The baggage I carry around is something I don’t like to admit.

It’s not cheap and red.  It’s ugly though.

Sorry for the depressing Stuff Portrait Friday.  I’m working through so much in my life right now.

Did you play?