Some of my favorite memories with my father include the building of various ramps for me to attempt to jump my mongoose off of and try not kill myself. Construction/reconstruction of our mini basketball goal. Dunk, destroy, rebuild and repeat. Was fun while it lasted however I still cannot dunk on a regulation goal even as a 6'3" adult. Learning how to sight in a scope on my BB gun. I still have both eyes. Children 1, Santa 0. Go red rider! Ghost stories while camping out in the back yard. Supervised use of fireworks/explosives. The talk about the birds and the bee's.
Actually I just found out about 2 weeks ago that my spouse and I are expecting our first child. All this remanicing has me excited about how much fun it was to be a kid, and how great it will be to share these same types of experience with my children. Now of days most of these experinces would probably have my kids placed in child protective services with extensive amounts physical/emotional therapy and/or a lengthy prison term for myself. These were the "priceless" moments that are spoke of in the VISA commericals. If these experiences are wrong, I dont want to be right.