I didn't always feel this way. Father's Day and I actually got off to a good start. Even though my parents divorced when I was 4, they always accommodated each other so that my brother and I could spend Father's Day with our dad, whether the holiday fell on his designated weekend or not. Back then, when I was just a little pisher, Father's Day was a gas. I'd make my dad a card at school -- usually having something to do with baseball -- and then go with my mom to the mall to buy him a book or a CD. I'd always end up getting something, too. Then I'd go to my dad's house, where'd he'd always planned something special: a baseball game, a fishing trip, a drive to a wildlife reserve to watch birds and catch frogs. For sheer good times, Father's Day was just a notch or two below my own birthday.

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