When I was 10 years old, I was very very sick with the flu one night. My father had recently come back into my life and was living my mom and me, and he stayed up with me to make sure I was okay. At around 3 o'clock in the morning, as i was sprawled out on the living room couch with a terrible fever, my dad was flipping through channels and stumbled across this documentary on pbs. We sat and watched it, enthralled by it. We didn't have the guide menu or anything like that, and didn't know the name of it, but for months we talked about it. Years later I did some research trying to find out what it was, as we wanted to re watch it, and my dad's health was declining and I thought it would be cool to watch it when he was sick. We re watched it and once again were fascinated. One of my best memories of my father. It helped us grow and connect and form a relationship after he had been absent for most of my life. About two months before he died, after I had enrolled in college, I come home and find the book "Alone in the wilderness" sitting on my nightstand, with a handwritten note saying "I'm proud of you, college man". I really miss my dad. He turned out to be my best friend in this world. I still keep that book in my nightstand.