King Dork - Pg 49

   It suddenly hit me that I didn't know that much about my dad as a person, despite the fact that I would have said, if ever asked, that we had been very close. You can feel you're close to someone you hardly know; people do all the time. But I had never realized that this had been the case with regard to my dad, and I found that it freaked me out a bit. You don't think of your parents as actual people when you're a little kid because you don't need to, I guess, and his half of the father-son relationship had been prematurely frozen at the son-at-eight stage. Mine had continued to develop as a one-sided thing, but we had missed out on quite a bit, and I guess to a degree I still saw him through eight-year-old eyes, though I knew that was a pretty silly thing to do.