I miss those times, being dad's garden-hand, the day he built a kennel while I watched and helped him a little bit,the day we went out and counted three puppies in our kennel( our dog gave birth),Watching constellations on a clear night.And ohh...I have a single memory of my dad holding me up ,then sat me down on the dining table and put my socks and shoes on.I held his pinky finger ,went for a walk.Just a single and isolated memory.I think all these memories from the age under five.Then he changed completely. I donot know why?My good times were over and I was assigned a role.A scapegoat.