Olympic torch bearer
I called home Wednesday because I got email from Mom or Dad that Dad had carried the torch on Tuesday. I didn't know when he was running, even though Mom said she told me. I asked why they didn't call me when it was over.
Mom had answered the phone, so I talked to her first. Dad was in the background, playing with his torch, according to Mom. She gave me such a detailed description of the night before, I felt like I was there. I wish I could have been.
I remember going to see the torch run in 1984 in Tacoma. It was a big deal. To think my dad got to carry the torch and be the center of attention, a sort of HERO to people he doesn't even know, that means a lot. Had I been there, I think I would have been telling people, "That's my dad!" I've hardly told anyone. I want the world to know. I want to make a t-shirt that says, "My dad carried the torch." It's so cool, because everyone knows about the torch.
He knew there was a possibility of him having to run up a hill in Seattle. He said if the hill was on his stretch, he would walk. The excitement was so strong that he ran the whole way. He was still excited when I talked to him. He brought the torch to school with him the next day, so the kids could see it. Mom was going to take it to her school on Thursday. Maybe I should have him bring it to my graduation. I can carry it across the stage! That would be funny.