Memories

I normally don't say much about anyone in my rl here or anywhere online but this is a funny memory I got of my father that I think is fine to share.

Every Friday after supper, me and 3 other buddies would always end up at the house having a smoke figuring out our plans for the night. When we knew what we were doing, we leave my room and on the way out, one of them nudge me and say "ask him, ask him". We would find dad sitting at the table with his cup of tea and I would say "dad, armwrestle". I sit to the table, we lock our hands. One of the b'ys would then stand to my side and put both his hands behind mine, the 2nd and 3'd buddy would follow (we were fairly big boys for our age).

I would say "3, 2, 1, go", and on go, me and the b'ys would put 120% of whatever strength we had in our bodies and push like bastards against dad and dad would just sit there holding us at bay, no change in his face, no effort in his face what so ever. We would be huffing puffing, red in the face screaming working like slaves and it would start to go in our favor a bit, we thought "omg, maybe he is tired or something, we may win this evening". We would grunt and roar and get a little more on him. We were feeling pretty fking good and we slave and slave on him then next thing we know, dad would push back and the four of us was slung across the kitchen into the walls against the fridge and stove and we seeing stars.

Dad was a scary insanely strong man who I watched do things that humans should not be able to do strength wise. He never showed off, didn't believe in it, but he would always let us try to arm wrestle with him, it amused him and no matter how many times we did it, there was just no way to prepare for it when he pushed back on us and we go flying. It gave him some amusement for the evening and amazed the hell out of us. We go to the party then telling everyone about the umteen armwrestle we had with him and how it was the same result again lol.