Fully Fledged

I was home from University. 

I was 29 years old, in great physical shape after a semester of football and rowing at university.

It was a hot summer day. 
My dad and I, shirts off, were carrying heavy boxes down to the basement of our home.

When the job was done, we stood in the basement looking at each other, feeling pleased with our completed task.

He reached across, grabbed my wispy chest hair and tugged. 

I responded by punching him gently in the chest.

We stood and smiled at each other. 
Two men. 
Father and son.