1. He was a rough man. Like a really, really rough man. After the war he got a job digging foundations for buildings by hand, and eventually worked his way up to owning a construction company. /1
For instance, there was a rabbit hole by his garage.
He said the Easter Bunny lived in it.
What PawPaw didn't know is I, as a child, was fucking terrified of the Easter Bunny.
First, your parents tell you that zombies are not only real, but we celebrate the day Jesus became one. As part of that celebration a six foot tall rabbit breaks into your home while you sleep and shits candy in a basket. /10
It was a terrifying thought.
Absolutely terrifying. /11
And then acted confused when I ran off screaming.
And PawPaw looked puzzled. Very puzzled.
Then he walked into the garage.
I was cuddled up into MeeMee's bony as fuck side watching soap operas when from outside came an earth shattering BOOM that made me jump and MeeMee yell "OH LORD LEROY, NOT THE ROOF AGAIN!" (that's another story) /16
"DON'T WORRY BOY! SEE? I GOT IT! PAWPAW DUN DID KILL THAT AY-STER BUNNEH!"
1. PawPaw learned that I could scream loud enough to draw attention from two blocks over.
2. My Dad invented new curse words to use with his father.
So, you know, not the worst childhood memory.
Even if Dad didn't let us go back for a bit.