My Taller Shadow Named Dad Draft 1 A toothbrush with its bristles bent back as if being blown in the wind.

He always would bite the toothbrush while brushing. A whooshing sound as a needle provides gushing air over a keyboard. He was particular with the dust particles left behind on his most important tool. The bringing of a blast to a tissue. His allergies acted up this time of year. I look for anything to act as the mirror he peers into at 8:22AM. The small men painted in the evergreen stain bring you joy and Ill never understand. My mind cannot grapple with his addiction to squished cherries with in a bread crust. When you bite into one, his eyes glaze over with the excitement of a grasshopper who stuck the landing. Please, sit me down in the oversized office chair and force me to listen to your patriotic stories based within a mud colored tank! I want to learn how you dodged the bullet with the blue tracer. But I want to know about now too. Behind a desk now, you still radiate the heroic beam, which stood with you in 91 I could write about lofty ideas of adoration and inspiration but it is more of a shadow, always with me. Your legacy is what reminds me to write my 10-page paper on Pride and Prejudice. Your happiness reminds me to smile at the ROTC around campus. Youre quirks remind me to walk around the mud, rather than through it. Thanks, you.

Draft 2 A toothbrush with its bristles bent from the bite while brushing. A whooshing sound as a pinched funnel needle provides gushing air over a keyboard. He was particular with the dust particles left behind on his work space. Blast into a tissue. His allergies acted up this time of year when the pollen provided a coat for my car. The small men painted in the evergreen stain bring you joy and Ill never understand. My mind cannot grapple with his addiction to squished cherries with in a bread crust. When he bites into one, his eyes glaze over with the excitement of a grasshopper who stuck the landing. Perfect 10! Please, sit me down in the oversized office chair and request that I listen to your patriotic stories based within a mud colored tank. I want to learn how you dodged the bullet with the blue tracer, as many times you want to tell it. Behind a desk now, you still radiate the heroic beam, which stood with you in 91 I could write about lofty ideas of adoration and inspiration in textbooks now, but you still cast a shadow sitting. I wish my shadow could meet your bench mark.

Draft 3 My Taller Shadow Named Dad A toothbrush with its bristles bent from the bite while brushing. A whooshing sound as a pinched funnel needle provides gushing air over a keyboard. He was particular with the dust particles left behind on his work space. Blast into a tissue. His allergies acted up this time of year when the pollen provided a coat for my car. The small men painted in the evergreen stain bring you joy and Ill never understand. My mind cannot grapple with his addiction to squished cherries with in a bread crust. When he bites into one, his eyes glaze over with the excitement of a grasshopper who stuck the landing. Perfect 10! Please, sit me down in the oversized office chair and request that I listen to your patriotic stories based within a mud colored tank. I want to learn how you dodged the bullet with the blue tracer, as many times you want to tell it. Behind a desk now, you still radiate the heroic beam, which stood with you in 91 I could write about lofty ideas of adoration and inspiration in textbooks now, but you still cast a shadow sitting. I wish my shadow could meet your bench mark.