“I finally made friends with my father when I entered my twenties. We had so little in common when I was a boy, and I am certain I had been a disappointment to him. He did not ask for a child with a book of its own world. He wanted a son who did what he had done: swam and boxed and played rugby, and drove cars at speed with abandon and joy, but that was not what he had wound up with.” ChildrenRelationshipsChildhoodSonExpectationsParentsFathersRealitiesDifferent From Their Parents Book:The Ocean at the End of the Lane Source: The Ocean at the End of the Lane