There are some things we can’t remember about our childhood and some memories that are crystal clear. There are also those moments that were captured on a video and we, after watching that video, adopted the memory as our own, even if we were too young to actually remember the occasion. Or perhaps a story was told so many times that we feel we remember being there. One memory of mine happened more often than not on Saturday mornings during my childhood. My dad would fire up the griddle, melt some butter, and cook up a big stack of pancakes for my brothers and I. Maple syrup was a must. No substitutes would do. Amongst my many recollections of Saturday morning pancake breakfasts, one morning stands out very clearly to me. My dad loved to flip the pancakes into the air. I remember thinking how entertaining and impressive it was! But know that when I was thinking that I was very young, so I was probably thinking more along the lines of “Cool!” and “Awesome!” and “Wow!”. One particular morning my daddy was flipping pancakes… both on the griddle and into the air… and he flipped one just a tad too high. It landed smack ...
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