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| A BIg FIsh |
It was when I was 4th grade in elementary school. My father and I
woke up very early around 2 am to go fishing. The night before, my father told
me that he was going fishing with his co workers and asked me to come with him.
Of course, I said yes. We were going to the West Sea, and we arrived at the
port around 4am. My father introduced me to his co-workers and bought some
bait, hooks, and everything we need. The boat set off around 6am. While moving
to the destination, I saw beautiful sunrise over the horizon. I was very excited.
When the boat arrived
at the spot, we started fishing and waited for the fish to take the bait.
Unfortunately, we didn’t catch much fish contrary to our expectations. However,
as I vaguely remember, I wasn’t disappointed or felt boring because I was
really excited that I was actually fishing, and I was spending time with my
father. We thought we weren't very lucky that day because we caught relatively
few compare to other days. After we waited several hours, my father got a
bite. He carefully pulled the rod and finally got the fish onto the boat. He
was glad that it was pretty big, and I was glad too. He told me to hold the
fish and took a photo with me.
We went several more fishing after that day.
To me, my father is like a friend. Although he was strict when he had to, he
tried to be my companion, rather than a supervisor. My father loved to travel
with me and my sister and he showed the world as much as possible. We traveled
many places on almost every weekends and experienced many things. One day in
the winter, he drove me three hours all the way to Cherwon, Gangwon province to
show me migratory birds
Through these
experiences I was able to broaden my sight and develop my mind. I guess it wasn’t
easy for him to travel on weekends after working very hard on weekdays, and
when he really needs some rest. Some teenagers of my age have difficulty
discussing their problems with parents because they are uncomfortable with
their parents. Since my father always tried to get close to me, I had no
problems communicating with my father and able to discuss my problems freely
with him.
As I grew up., my father and I got busy with
our own businesses and we rarely had a chance to be together. Naturally, we couldn’t
travel together or spend time on weekends together. Now, we can’t even meet often since I moved into
dormitory. However, memories of great times spent with my father never fade
away. These memories are very precious to me and make me smile when I try to recall those memories. When
I see my father, I learn a lot about fatherliness and remind myself that I
would become a good father and do just like my father when I have a son.
