Kamm: 1st Memory Of My Father

Kamm: Reading has alway been my refuge. My first memory of my father, who was at sea for loooong periods of time, was taking me to the main library so I could print my name on a check out card. I could check out as many books as I could carry. It was a wondrous experience. I can still be found in a chair by the fireplace at least weekly. I’m open to any book, even complicated relationships and dark subjects, as long there is some hope by the end.

Question: What is your first memory of your father?