My earliest memory of my father is in our house on Cambridge. I used to purposely through my balls up on the roof so I could call on my big strong dad to pick me up and put me on the flat part of the roof to get my ball. Of course, I had to do a lot of running around and goofing off BEFORE I went and got that ball. He made me feel like I was special to him too. He called ME "Sandman".