Big Hands

Popcorn usually went hand in hand with the television. I remember being fascinated at the way my father’s hand would reach into the bowl and devour the pieces of popcorn. I was so little and my hands could only handle three kernels at a time. My brother would whisper to me, “Look at how much he takes!” And we would sit there and watch him in awe as if we were watching Godzilla pluck Grace from the top of the Empire State Building.

When did you stop viewing your father or grandfather through the eyes of a child?