
Over the past couple of weeks during our morning cab ride to school we have been laughing at a story that occurred to me a long time ago while playing soccer. I was not as young as I am in this picture, but pretty damn close (I believe I was in grade 6 at the time). Anyways, one weekend my soccer team from Princeton played in a big tournament at McArthur Park in Kamloops, BC. Dad and I drove up to Kamloops together and stayed with some close friends on the Saturday night. On the Sunday afternoon after all our games were finished we were asked by the organizers to go to another area of the field for a medal ceremony. I can remember telling Dad about this and then going with my friends to go and collect our prizes. So, after a half-hour to an hour, I returned to the parking lot and readied myself for the 3 hour trip back home with Dad - but he was gone. My teammates were all parked in another parking lot a little ways away and had no idea of my plight. I walked around yelling for Dad, then, panicked, I ran over to the other parking lot to see if any of my teammates were still around, but they were all gone too! Dad had went home without me. Now, if any of you know Kamloops you know that McArthur Island is a long distance from anywhere in that city, and my friends lived all the way up in the Aberdeen area. So, gaining my wits about me I decided to hitchhike. I stood on the side of the road for quite sometime in my soccer uniform and cleats before a decent citizen stopped and took me up to my friends house. Now, the other kicker was the fact that our friends were gone for the weekend, so I had to break into their house as well. Craftily, I was able to get one of the ground floor windows open and I then crawled inside and phoned Mom in a crying panic, “w-w-where’s Dad?” Now, Dad wouldn’t have been home by then so I could only imagine what surprise awaited him as he arrived home - “so, where’s Craig?” In the end, Dad thought I went home with some friends and just decided to leave on that premise; I stayed the night with our friends and then took the bus home the next day and was able to miss a whole day of school. All was well.
I reflect upon this story a lot these days and wonder just how much shit Dad got in that day, because now, after being a father myself I could only imagine Kristin’s response to me, “Your child is where?!” I cringe at that very thought. Yes, you just gotta loves Dad’s and their methods of parenting. Thanks Dad, it is a great story, but I pray to God I do not replicate it!