But for me, because I lived near Lake Ontario, I learned to swim and sail before 12 years old. The last voyage with my father was unforgettable. It was a weekend in the year when I graduated from college. The weather is very good. When I got home, I asked my father to go sailing with me. We soon sailed on the calm lake. Although my father hasn't sailed for a long time, everything is going well with him at the helm.
When we were in the middle of the lake, a strong wind suddenly blew and the ship shook violently. Dad is always calm in the face of danger, but then he panicked.
"John, help!" He grabbed the rudder and shouted for help.
In my memory, he can handle all problems, and I always seek strength and security from him. Before I could answer, a wave of flowers rolled into the boat. I rushed to the console, but it was too late. A huge wave came and the boat capsized in less than a minute. We were all thrown into the water. Dad struggled aimlessly, and I wanted to protect him strongly.
I swam quickly to my father and helped him catch the boat. When we were sitting on the hull, my father was still immersed in fear. I comforted him and said, "Dad, it's okay. We are safe now!" " "
This is the first time my father has relied on me in an emergency. More importantly, I found it was my turn to take care of my father.