My Family: My Father, My Hero

My father was a really great man to be around. He loved to joke with people and see his own children happy. My father was the best dad anyone could ever ask for. We had tons of great memories, but that all went bittersweet the day he started having issues. My father taught me so many things, Fishing, shooting guns, and to have fun. My father was always there for me when I needed him. Late night talks when we didn’t feel like going to bed early. He would make me smile by calling me smiley or matilda, which were nicknames he would call me. He always could change the mood I was in just by making jokes and messing around about things. He sure did know how to make someone snort while laughing or make the witch come out howling. He was the one I looked up to, he was my role model. He was the one who made everything all better. He made sure I was fed and taken good care of. He especially made sure I made it school events that were mandatory or sport events. He was there to lean on when the times got rough. Learning about guns was one of the many things we did to have a closer bond. He had many guns, some of which I couldn’t really handle or didn’t like to mess with. He made sure I knew how to take them apart and clean up and to put them back together. I was told to never point a gun at anyone and I will live by to that lesson. He taught me many things

We did this with our friends, the ones everyone was close to in age. I loved messing with the worms, I could mess with the slimmy, squirming things all day. I hated touching the fish, the way the moved and flopped made me squirm. My dad was the one who always took the fish off the hooks for me since I would not even try to touch them. We caught small and big fish, we always thought it was funny when we caught those really tiny fish. We cooked out and went fishing til it got a tad dark out. We all had life worth living for memories to live back