For quite some time I have imagined what it would be like to have a child. As I read books or watch television I ponder how I would explain the world to my son; when I visit places I think about the wonder in his eyes for seeing something for the first time. I anticipate sharing my passions for history, travel, photography, food, and learning. I look forward to watching him play sports; participate in Boy Scouts and helping with homework. My greatest excitement comes when I think about playing with him; I want to build models of planes, trains, and automobiles; I want to build creativity with Legos; I want to finish jigsaw puzzles; I want to play basketball in the driveway. I want to do all the things my father never did with me. I am hoping that I will be a good father because of the emotionally absent father I grew up with.