Summer time and the living is easy, Fish are jumping and the cotton is high, Your mama is rich and your Daddy's good looking (this is dad's version) So hush now baby, Don't you cry. One of these mornings, You're gonna rise up singing, You’re gonna spread your wings and you'll take to the sky. But until that morning, There ain't nothing can harm you, With your daddy and your mammy standing by. This was my all-time favorite lullaby. Sung in dad's gravely voice it carried me to sleep with visions of flight. By the time I was four I knew that my mammy and daddy weren't gonna keep standing by . So I did what any rational four year old would do, I made up my mind to fly. I asked Dad about it and he answered, "You can do anything you want if you believe in yourself enough kid." Well okay then. Our house sat atop a steep hill with a concrete drive, sloping like the metal slides that once populated playgrou