Dad, are you the guardian of my inner childhood. Remember "pothouse" every morning upon awakening. I was just a baby, and you woke me up like a real gymnast, stretched gutta-percha handles/legs and saying all sorts of funny sayings and I'd laugh like being tickled, but you've never tickled your sense of humor - more of a tickling effect on me... Remember osminozhka of banana peels scattered on the floor of our apartment-I Remember eating the cherries, had to get the bone into the envelope, and not just because it can be)))... the adults have More event with you, and I think of you as a public figure. Such a disturbing feeling when you're my dad, but you're also a political activist and a major Manager with the folk-mother, but strong, powerful and responsible. Compatible hard feelings, but it's your versatility and originality and the lesson you present, being yourself, is the most interesting experience in my life. You're so INTERESTING! No moment in your presence can't miss and neither will live! I love you, dad! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!