filtered against evil and moriarty
I haven't actually thought about my dad in a long time. I grew up in a circus, every weekend he used to take me for a corn dog and a funnel cake and we'd take in the show. We didn't usually get to watch since we were performers so it was special. When Father's day would come around I'd turn it back on him. I found a place that sells funnel cakes and coudn't resist. I'm glad I didn't. It brought back some good memories..