Made in Chicago

yes that's me. I was born and raised in Chicago illinois I had 2 brothers and 2 sisters and we were a happy family (so I thought). My childhood was fun, I had lots of friends and we played in each others houses except mine cause Dad worked the graveyard shift and we had to be real quiet while Dad was sleeping.
Dad= A big 6ft tall man and handsome as all get out. Big muscles with veins popping out everywhere cause of his strength and I use to sit and push on those veins in his hands and arms and he thought I was silly but I loved doing it.
I''d wear my hair short and all over in my face so he use to call me his shaggy puppy. I was the baby of the family. My time I spent with Dad was precious because I only had him for 8 years and then mom and dad divorced. But we stayed in touch. Dad would come get me and my brother and sister and we would go to the Chicago Museums, Riverview, Santas Village, Shopping, Out to eat. We had fun. He even let us pick out the color of his car when he bought one. Boy were we silly we chose a lemon yellow today I thing of it and can't help but say "UGH" lol. Poor Dad having drive around in the yellow lemon. He was Special. (more later)