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Originally Posted by ficbot
But I also have not-as-fond memories of the summer he tried to force Mark Twain on me, and I wasn't ready and didn't care and for years I refused to go near a classic because he pushed me too hard and I was scared away. It wasn't until first year university that Wuthering Heights brought me back to the classics.
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I hear ya. I am reminded of how I never wanted to help my dad work on the car. He tried to get me to do it a few times, but when I didn't like it, he stopped asking me to help.
Now I regret the time I didn't spend with him -- and I can't work on my own car
Lee