Chapter 4: I love a parade..but it's not my fault

Chapter 4: I love a parade but it's not my fault.

You really need to blame him....
My Dad.
As a child one of my favorite memories were the nights Dad would pull out the slide projector
and we would look at family slides.
We would relive happy moments together.
Laughing at each others pictures,
Thinking up silly captions and
secretly wishing that we could hurry up and get to the ones we were in.
Dad would often ask us which year we wanted to review...
We all would shout, of course, the year in which we were the most prominently featured.
There was only one thing that could bring those fun times to a jarring halt.
Dad's parade pictures.
I can still hear Mom's voice,
"John....go through those faster..no one wants to see those 50 pictures of a parade."
Click...Click....Click
I remember the sound of the remote straining to slog past them.
The groans from the crowd almost drowning it out.
The deep sighs of relief when a familiar face appeared
Not sitting on a float.
It didn't even matter if it was one of my siblings....
I tried hard to remember the year we were on so that when Dad called out for a favorite.....
Well my friends..
Genetics is a funny thing.....
Somethings are just too strongly embedded in our DNA to fight.
And so without further adieu
I give you the Park City Fourth of July Parade....
(and don't even TRY to click through faster...I can hear you...)

(please ignore the pained look of Ninja's face)

There!
Now was that so bad?
I didn't think so.
And like the Beatles sang,
"You're such a lovely audience
We'd like to take you home with us.
We'd love to take you home."
Because I have three times as many more pictures of the parade..
This was just a sampling
wait.....
come back....
please.....
thanks dad :(