My dad grew up on a farm in a really small village in Norway. I guess that explains a whole lot although it doesn’t.
My dad is always concerned about stuff, whether it’s the car, problems with pipes, or me not wearing a hat when it’s cold out.
He is defenetly a worrier and he is often stressed. But when he isn’t he can be one of the funniest persons I know.
My dad has a lot of good qualities and I try to copy them.
My dad likes to be outdoors and sometimes we go skiing together. He is in many ways an academic person. He likes math and he tried making me like mat. That didn’t work.
I’ve heard a lot of people say that I’m nothing like my dad and I think that’s true. We are way different. We have had way differten upbrining I guess and I guess that I’ve allways tried going my own way whatever that really means.
Sometimes my dad can be frustrating and sometimes he can be great. Sometimes he can be really unreasonible and sometimes he makes me think that I’m glad I have him, I’m glad he is around.
He is my dad, my parent, you gotta love him.
