There was only one instance where I can remember my father being affectionate toward me.  I was very young, 6 or 7 or 8.  It was in the evening, and my dad, sister, and I were watching Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory.  Even though it was supposed to be a kids movie, i remember crying my eyes out when the fat kid got stuck in one of the tubes.  I tried hiding my tears by turning away and burying my little face into a couch pillow.   I remember my dad coming over to me, and asking me what was wrong.  I just felt sorry for the fat kid who was crying because he was stuck in the tube.