I was always embarrassed in high school, driving my dad’s pickup truck around.
Why did we have to own something so practical? The other kids got to drive around fun cars, fast cars. Dave even had a motorcycle.
In the flatbed, we always had 2×4’s, tools, cinder blocks, stuff from whatever project my dad was working on.
On weekends, I would sometimes work on projects with my dad. He would teach me something new, and challenge me to do it better than him.
It took an entire childhood before I stopped wishing my dad were a businessman, or a scientist.