An encounter of advice and recommendations based upon one man's experiences as a child, young man and eventually a father himself. The stories are entertaining, enlightening, and all so very true.
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Orange Tennis Shoes ~ The Chronicles of Fatherhood, accounts some of the most memorable moments as the author reflects and relates his youthful experiences (while growing up under two very strict, God-fearing parents) to the methods in which he tried to raise his own children. Orange Tennis Shoes addresses many issues that the author faced with his children such as, Discipline, Trust, Respect, Sex, Responsibilities, Drugs and Alcohol, Driving, Religion, as well as some additional issues.
Orange Tennis Shoes takes the reader along during some unique, and often humorous, youthful experiences and situations. How to determine when children are really being dishonest... Why younger brothers want to challenge their older brothers... What emergency response system did the author use before 911... Does everyone from the south really eat chitlins’... Does the supernatural condition “Root” really exists... What form of discipline works best... How to give “The Talk”...
At one time or another, a younger sibling is going to challenge an older sibling, in some fashion or another. It’s just a natural “measuring” stick to see where the younger sibling stands at that particular time. Now, I’ve played basketball with my older brother, his friends, my older cousins… most of the times, they just used me to practice a new move or a shot on. But in time, I began to develop my own game and hold my own. But eventually, I had to step outside that zone and see how I measured up with a physical confrontation. I can remember this particular day just as vividly as when it actually happened. Why do I remember it so vividly… because I saw every color in the rainbow, in front of my eyes, when it was all over. My brother’s friend was visiting one afternoon and with this opportunity, I began showing off with trying to embarrass my brother. Now people that know my brother will tell you that he has a very short tolerance for “nonsense” and I’m probably the one to blame for that. After several minutes of just trying to ignore my constant barrage of put-down statements and stupid insults, he got up to go to the bathroom and I was right behind him, yappin’ like a Chihuahua. However, I noticed that he bypassed the hall bathroom we normally used and went into our parent’s room… I guess at the time, I supposed he was just going to their bathroom instead. I should have suspected something wasn’t right, but I was too busy trying to get a reaction in order to face off with him. At the time, I thought he didn’t understand the elements of hand-to-hand combat, as how I thought we were going to square off and circle each other, like on TV with the dramatic music and everything… maybe we didn’t watch the same programs, because as soon as I got 3 steps into our parents bedroom behind him, he turned around and knocked the pure Chihuahua outta me! He hit me so hard… my parents had a queen-sized bed at the time, and I ended up stuck between that bed and the wall. He knocked me clear over the bed and I don’t believe I even touched it. With that, he went back to his friend and left me there to wonder what the hell happened. And I would wonder, in that position, stuck between the bed and the wall, for quite some time.