David Fox

The earliest memory I have that is actually good was when I was 5 years old. Sitting on my dads lap and he called me his little mouse. I remember placing my small hand on top of his. He had so many many freckles. He was a very loving dad. He didn´t tolerate disrespect, or lack of manners. He would snap at us in a heartbeat if he felt we were misbehaving. He always wanted us to do well in school. He was very hard working and loved to tinker with things in the garage. One regret; we didn´t have...