Some trace the degradation of society to when moms had to leave the house to supplement dad's income. I say it's when we stopped playing catch. My dad and I would have a catch virtually every night after supper. Baseball. He had played professionally and I went on to pitch in college. We'd discuss life's difficulties, successes, challenges, and defeats during those catches. He had a great knuckleball. That dipsy-doodler was fodder for more laughter than I can calculate. I'd go to catch it at chest high and it would hit me in the foot. I'd give anything to hear him giggle after delivering one of those again.
Playing catch, be it baseball, football, or frisbee, has a way of bonding folks. It opens up communication channels between people, and gets you some exercise. Play catch people.
I'll never forget being burned out by my Daddy. He pitched also and he had a fast ball that you could hear sizzle. Catch it in the palm and I was done for a while.
I remember pestering him to death to play catch. Gosh I miss that!
Thanks buddy, you brought me some good memories
For me, it was hunting and fishing. I could out fish him, but he was amazing on pass shooting ducks. Years after he was to old to hunt, I'd go him his closet and smell his old foul weather coat and it would all come back to me!! Smell is a funny thing. I miss the guy, I really do.