One of my earliest memories is of a dream I had as a kid. In the dream, I was swimming in the ocean, when suddenly a huge, ferocious shark was coming towards me. I was so terrified that I couldn't move. Just as the shark was almost upon me, you jumped into the water, and pointed at the shark. You gave him your meanest look, (with the eyebrows), and shouted "GO AWAY!", and the shark did. My hero!
I think of that dream sometimes, Dad, and I realize... you're still my hero.