Cartoons were my Saturday morning religion, and I hadn't understood that to spend time with my father, I would have to renounce it.
I remembered Gin Rummy and Crazy Eights and my dad's joyful face as he pretended we had outsmarted him again. I remembered luxurious afternoons of reading...
My heart ached, knowing I hadn't appreciated his version of an ideal family trip... I remembered all these simple pleasures as bits of magic I now dreamed of recovering.
He must have wanted us to experience unsculpted nature.
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