When I was about seven, my mum and dad took me to the Royal Easter Show. We were there for about twelve hours! We stayed until it was dark, when the fireworks began! Dad convinced us to go on the ghost train and ferris wheel- something my mum and I were not prepared for. While we screamed on the ghost train, he laughed. On the ferris wheel, he rocked it back and forth, making me laugh and mum yelling out to stop the ride. As we were leaving, he decided to try his luck on one of the games. My Dad won me a cupie doll, which I still have to this day. My Dad was funny, unique and most of all- he was my "Dadda" and I was his "Bubba"!