I may have a good memory of sweeping the sidewalk with my dad when I was about 4 years old.

I say "I may," because I don't know if it is an actual memory or one I manufactured based on a grainy photo. My mom snapped a shot of me copying my dad, even down to the candy cigarette to mimic his Marlboro!

If it is a real memory, it is the only good one I have of him.

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