There's a small diner in Tulsa (Tally's) that my dad, my uncle, and I would go to on Saturdays before anyone else in the family would wake up. Back then, they still asked if we wanted a smoking or nonsmoking table, but the two tables would be right next to each other.
I've always been close with my grandparents, so they're house is home to a lot of my childhood memories.
I spent a lot of time out in the wood shop with my dad and alone. Lots of bonding (no pun intended) out there year-round.