Driving in my car I recalled a memory that was tucked way back deep in the recesses of my mind. I remember when I was very little that I used to sit on my dad's lap and he would let me drive. He would let me hold the steering wheel while we were cruising down the highway, and his hands wouldn't even be on it. What a wonderful time. I was so little, at the time, I thought I was all grown up, but I had to be pretty small to fit on my dad's lap. It is funny how we look to our parents when we are younger, and when we are older. The constant need for their approval and support, the desire to please them and to make them proud. I have parents that are easy to please. When I tell a joke, they all laugh, when I make a B on my report card- even now, they applaude, when I show up at their house unexpected, you would think that I had brought them a million dollars- they get so excited. It is a warm feeling, a special feeling, knowing that you are loved, and that no matter what you do, or who you are- you are their child and they will always love you. My parents are the best.