Interests and hobbies are just the vehicle. It is the time together that counts. When I was a wee lad, my father wasn’t around much. He would disappear for months and sometimes years. When he was around he often went fishing. Did I like fishing? Nope, it was smelly, slimy, and often freezing cold. What I did love was that rare time I had to spend with my father. So maybe that is a little perspective from the other end of the equation.
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