My dad always had boots around the house and my sister and I when we would fight would chase each other around the house with his boots acting like we were going to hit each other with them. Ya I know not real nice but we were kids. Oh ya we would not do it if dad was home. Big trouble that way! So, after my dad died for Christmas that year we pulled out his boots and put him on and remembered what we used to do to each other as kids. Boy do I wish we would have kept them but we donated them. Good memories!
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