Please Please Don t Tell Dad
When I was a teenager, 17 years old, my family had a ski boat, which we used on many summer weekends and evenings. We lived close enough to the lake that we would often go water skiing for a couple of hours when Dad got home from work in the evening. It was during one of these short, evening ski trips that the experience I’m about to tell you about happened. While I was part of a big family, Mom, Dad, and five kids, Heather my older sibling was off to college by the time I was 17 and Mom had...