JJ

#17
June 13 · 20 min
What My Dad Was Really Teaching Me
It's the first Monday of summer break in the year 2000. The plan was simple: sleep late, play Nintendo, watch music videos, and enjoy a responsibility-free day. Then came the handwritten chore list waiting on the kitchen table. It's funny how some lessons take decades to make sense. As a kid, a chore list felt like punishment. Mowing grass, taking out the trash, washing dishes, and holding a flashlight while your dad worked on something in the garage all felt like interruptions to whatever you'd






