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My father brought home a sailboat when I was ten, and almost each Sunday in summers we would go
sailing. Dad was quite skilled in sailing, but not good at 1 . As for me, I learned both before twelve
because of living close to Lake Ontario.
The last time Dad and I set sail together was really unforgettable. It was a perfect weekend after I
graduated from university. I came home and invited Dad to go sailing. Out we set soon on the calm lake.
Dad hadn't 2 for years, but everything 3 well with the tiller(舵柄)in his hands.
When we were in the middle of the lake, a 4 wind came all of a sudden. The boat was hit violently. Dad was always at his best in any danger, 5 at this moment he froze.
"John! 6 !" he shouted in a trembling voice, with the tiller still in his hands.
In my memory he could fix any 7 . He was the one I always 8 to for strength and security.
Before I could respond, a wave of water got into the boat. I rushed to the tiller but it was too late. Another huge wall of water turned 9 the boat in a minute. We were thrown into the water, and Dad was
struggling aimlessly. At that moment, I felt fiercely protective of him.
I swam to Dad quickly and assisted him in climbing onto the hull(船壳)of the boat. Upon sitting on the hull, Dad was a little awkward about his flash of. 10 "It's all right, Dad. We are safe now," I comforted him.
That was the first time Dad had counted on me in a moment of emergency. More importantly, I found it was my turn to start looking out for my father.
