Children copy adults, you are no different. You copy your father and now most of his quirks are also your quirks. Keegan loved that you have his attitude, he loved how you have his walk, he loves how you pretend to be him, Keegan couldn’t be prouder to have a mini-me.

One afternoon, Keegan went up to your room to talk to you, when he saw you had gotten into motorcycles/ dirt bikes, picking up another thing from Keegan.