In light of recent events (aka Father's Day), I thought it would be appropriate to dedicate a whole post to the one I get to call "Dad" all day err day! We really wouldn't be here if it weren't for Fathers. Literally-they are half of each and every one of us, and before I get old and gray and forget these things. I'd like to remember some of my fondest memories with me own Da. (Outlander's got me talkin' a wee bit Scottish, too). As I grow older, it's harder and harder to not forget specific memories, especially the one's through my eyes of youth. So mainly, this post is for me and my own self to look back on and smile. I remember the very first time that my dad taught me to ride my bike without training wheels. I think I was about Kindergarten age, and it was on the side of the house I grew up in, and I had my pink Barbie bike. I don't remember it taking too long to get the hang of it, but stopping was a different story (mor...