My Memory of My Father's Memories

When my father is not too tired, I like to ask him many questions about his childhood and mostly information I am curious about. For example I will ask him why we do not use diesel if it is cheaper, and the answer, thanks to my father, is that diesel is mostly used by trucks because if all of the world used diesel, it would be very harmful to the environment. My favorite memory is when my dad and I were sitting in the living room and talking about his childhood and his teenage years. It turns out that my dad was one of the cool kids. Not like the stupid jocks, but more like the mischievous musician. Of course he did play soccer, with his father as his coach, but that was normal for the kids in Armenia. If a kid did not play soccer they were either disabled or... that is the only excuse for why a child would not be on the team. My dad's team was the champion of Yerevan, and he said that the only reason they were not the best in Armenia was because the team opposing them had kids over the age limit. When I asked him why they did not report the team, he just laughed and told me that they were doing the same thing, but with fewer players. Another story he told me was about him getting an A in chemistry which he was clearly failing the class. My dad had made the front cover of a famous Yerevan newspaper because of his bands performance for his school. Because of all the typical pranks he had played on his poor teacher; putting a pin on the teachers chair and generally goofing around; the teacher hated him as a student, but after seeing how my father had brought up the schools reputation he wanted to reward him with an A for the semester. This taught me that even my father was a teenager once and he actually was a pretty fun guy. Now if only I could get him to understand that I should not be punished for the same things he did at my age...