Our house is equipped with a pool, hot tub, tennis/basketball court, play house, trampoline and horse barn. Three dogs, three cats, rabbits, horses, guinea pigs, even a parrot. We have everything that three kids growing up in the woods of Westchester would need to stay occupied, and that’s just what we do. We stay occupied. Unaware, ignorant.
It is seemingly healthy during this time. A drink or two with his friends after a big softball win, or while he’s watching his favorite Grateful Dead concert recording. Either he has it in control, or I’m in bed too early to know.
In our house we have a ‘red room’ which is our lounge. The walls are crimson red, adorned with a giant moose head, multiple couches, a huge television, a Game Cube for the kids and an attached, personal bar for him. The bar doesn’t faze me. To me it is a forbidden castle, not a habit. Most of the memories I will form during this time will be of my dad standing in that bar, with a sort of angelesque light radiating from the window behind him. Most of the memories will be full of love and laughter, of idolization and care. I will never know if that is due to my own ignorance, or his ability to be discrete.
I like the suspense, it makes me wonder what are you talking about. What are your next thoughts? Where is this story going?
This draft also makes me wonder why do you guys have so many animals? How do you guys find time in taking care of them? Do you get bored of them?
If I’m correct you’re going to talk about maybe a bad drinking habit your dad has? If not please correct me but if so I absolutely love the small ideas you give it definitely adds mystery. Also I like how you painted the nice picture before it but slowly dropped some hints that it isn’t all so perfect.