 It was embarrassing for me. Here I was, 12 years old, and my dad would lean over and kiss me goodbye. He paused and went on. I remember the day I decided I was too old for a goodbye kiss. When we got to the school and came to a stop, he had his usual big smile. He started to lean toward me, but I put my hand up and said, No, Dad. It was the first time I ever talked to him that way. He had this surprised look on his face. I said, Dad, I'm too old for a goodbye kiss. I'm too old for any kind of kiss.