Children's Books and Family History: My Dad (Memory Prompt Monday)
Imagine being twelve years old and attending your first evening party with friends. You have a great time, but now it is time to go home. While everyone else is climbing into their parents' cars, your dad is waiting outside on his Royal Mail postman bike. Yep. I got to ride home in the front basket normally used to carry his mailbag. Secretly, I loved riding on Dad's post office bike. The basket stayed perfectly still when he turned, which I thought was the coolest thing ever. My dad worked for twenty years with the Royal Mail in England. He would leave the house at half past four in the morning to collect the post and begin his route. After a few rounds, he would come home to walk us to school before heading back to finish the day. Three evenings a week, he worked overtime. Ironically, those were also the nights my Nan came over for dinner. As a child, I didn't fully understand how demanding and physical his job was. It wasn't until I was older that I realized just how...