I was so lucky. I had a wonderful father.

I really could understand how our boy feels in “My Father Is Taller Than A Tree,” brought to us by Joseph Bruchac.

We begin by learning that when his father lifts him up, he can touch the sky. Remember that feeling?

We watch as they rake leaves together, spending a lot of time rolling in them and looking at the sky. We then meet another youngster and his father, who is blind. Our boy walks to town with his dad, helping him find his way around.

Our next boy learns to ride a two-wheeler, and then we watch as they walk together in the park.

Dad pats his back when he is sad, and our boy knows Dad understands. We join them on a farm, where Dad makes him laugh when he is down.

Walking through snow is an adventure, and every night, Dad reads at bedtime.

We leave with the highest compliment: “When I grow up and have a kid, we’ll do all the things that Dad and I did.”

One of many things I am thankful for from my dad is that he had no gender bias. He loved to “carpenter,” as he said, and he loved for me to “help.” We built me a “vanity” for my bedroom one winter.

In “Toolbox Twins,” by Lola M. Schaefer, Vincent has a trug, an open toolbox to keep his tools in. My dad made me one just like it.

We watch as they use lots of simple tools to fix all kinds of things around the house. Hammers and nails, chisels and files, grease and oil, levels and awls, pliers and wrenches all show up in the jobs they do.

What a great introduction to basic tools and “fix-it” activities.

I didn’t know my grandfathers. Due to age and distance, we were not together much.

Watching my dad with his grandchildren was a delight. He was a total “kid” person.

In “Thank You, Grandpa,” by Lynn Plourde, we watch as our team members begin their first walks together.

Our little girl is barely old enough to toddle, but they “waddle” along, smiling and enjoying each other’s company.

After two steps, they stop to pick a dandelion. Three more steps, and they stop to watch a bird fly out of a bush.

Before long, our girl races ahead of Grandpa and has a million questions about what they are seeing.

They bury a grasshopper and enjoy the butterflies. They thank the creatures that they meet for making their world a better place.

Grandpa gets slower, and our girl must now wait for him. The time comes when Grandpa can’t walk anymore and our girl takes “their” walk alone. She finds a dandelion, and as she blows the seed away, she thanks her grandfather for all the walks and knowledge that he shared with her.

Dads and grandpas fill great places in our lives and hearts. Share these stories with yours.

Luci Hand is a retired school principal who lives in Porter County. Email her at ljbhand@comcast.net.