My father used to take me out to the lake, and we would sit out by its shore, and stare out at the waters

And we would sip on some cool refreshing root beers together and I would tell him about my school week and he would tell me about his school weeks from long ago when he was a child

And after we were done having our drinks we would take them and pierce a couple of holes in them and then place them in the water

And whichever one sunk first was the loser and the loser had to fish the cans out from the water while the winner got to decide what we’d have for dinner that evening

These are the family traditions the youth are missing today, I miss you pa