Growing up, I was positive that I was the only one who grew up with an “Aim Higher” dad. You know, the kind that was extra strict for no reason!

I was a girly girl who collected porcelain dolls, dressed like girls from the 1920s, and curled my hair every day. I was sure that my dad wanted a son. And I was that son…temporarily.

He thought it was his job in the world to take me through a kid version of boot camp. I learned how to crawl, shoot a bow & arrow, identify trees by their bark, iron…