All through my life it seems my father and I have had a pretty good relationship. Lately though I feel as though I am Charlie Brown and my father is Lucy with the football. Everytime I go to kick the ball he pulls it out from under me and I land on my back. Even though I know this is going to happen, I still believe there is the one chance that he will not do that and I will be successful in my mission, but my foot never touches the leather. Life is not fair this I know. I do not want to sound like I am whining or complaining...but there is a certain amount of unconditional trust you have for your parents....even at my age I still believe he will let me kick the ball...at some point and time I grew up this past month and realize I shouldnt even give him the chance to hold the ball, therefore I shall always land on my feet.
