My Dad and I, at that age, ten, we had basketball and swimming. My first brother was a bit over two. He needed to get away sometimes, so he took me. We’d play basketball in the Georgia Heat for hours. He always won. Until I was fifteen, I out-hustled, out-dribbled, out-intimidated my Dad. Before this one game, he told me if I won, I could have whatever I wanted afterward. And, you know what I wanted at fifteen after beating my Dad for the first time in basketball?

2 Scoops of Mint Chocolate Chip ice cream in a waffle cone from Baskin Robbins. He happily obliged. That is my most favorite memory of my father and I. Thank you for making me think of it and for submitting this piece, Tomo.

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