My son and I went to Daytona Beach. We had five days together. That was the main thing, father and son sharing an experience. I wanted Michael to see Florida as kids in his age group have. We went to the beach and got in the ocean. Michael bought a board which he surfed on. We collected shells and saw crabs in the sand. We stood on the balcony and watched the waves. It rained. We drove over to Orlando, and Michael got tee shirts at the Hard Rock Cafe. We drove south to the Kennedy Space Center and took the tour. It consisted of the Space Shuttle, Apollo program and the International Space Station. We went to Cocoa Beach, and Michael got a tee shirt from Hooter's. The girl signed it, "To a cutie from a hottie." We saw where they run the Daytona 500, the track on which Dale Earnhardt died. We stayed four nights in the hotel and were together almost constantly. There was stress, but overall it went well. It was apparent that Michael needs a relationship with me and is willing to make an effort. This trip was for him, not to indulge myself at the Space Center. We got reacquainted. We are best friends.
