Hi Cinda

Nice Contest!

I'll have to go with 327 (engine size of my favorite car: 69 Chevrolet BelAir)

My Story:

My dad was from the typical small town North Carolina. The whole "I used to walk to school, both ways, in eight feet of snow..." A bit of a rough upbringing, his Dad owned a gas station where my Dad worked after school and his Mom worked in the local fabric Mill. 8 kids all told.

From the time I can remember, my Dad was always the strict disciplinarian. No beatings except for the occasional spanking that us kids generally deserved, even though we might deny it now

He always had me being his gofer, as in "gofer that tool". I grew up doing all sorts of stuff.

The result of all this is that now as an adult, I have the confidence to do anything I want to do. It's not what I don't know, it what I haven't figured out yet.

I find myself in the role now of taking care of him and my mom now. It's the least I can do for everything he and my mom have done for us kids over the past 50 years.

Love you Dad!