My Earliest Memory

I think I was about two three, cause I remember sitting on my father's knee. We were traveling down and old dirt road, now bear with me as my story will unfold. Things I saw my do I tought were not true, he could crawl up a corner and look down on you. At school he was the feature attraction, I never really got any of the satisfaction. He had blocks burst on his chest, we only knew his act was the best. When I found out that it was him, I said no wonder he named me Jim. I veer off to tell you this true fact, he put me behind the wheel to see how I act. As my fathers son I came thru, not really knowing what to do. Yet at the speed of eighty, I held the car steady. He must hae had great faith in me, why I can not begin to see. This memory has stayed in my mind, and I tremble at the thought every time. But I found pleasure in the return trip, cause when we finished he gave me a sip. Don't get me wrong cause I was scared, it was overcame by that moment of love we shared. T.W.I.S.T. JLM