Will you read and comment or critique this effort?

Something we share, days with Dad! My first memory of him goes back to when I was two! I described the place to my mother and she worked out how old I must have been at the time. Lake Ponchatrain sounds great. I like the bit about your father, 'the maestro, orchestrating every movement.' And the kites, hovering happiness. Yeah, a great memory told without being sentimental. Nice one.