When I was a little child, I remember being very proud of the fact that I had a father. It may seem funny, but lots of my friends envied me, as they lived in single-parent families, raised by their mothers.
At those times my father, who worked most of the day, was a huge kind creature for me, who brought me toys and pencils, and took me high in the air.
Now I understand that my Dad, like many other men, was just afraid of little kids. He didn’t realize what would he do with a small kid, so he brought me presents and played with me sometimes.
But when he realized that I was able to understand what he was saying, everything changed. He took me to the long walks in the park near our house in the evenings, and on his days off, and answered my endless questions about trees, sun, dogs, and benches, he took me to the museums where substantial ancient animals lived, and to the Zoo, to show me their descendants alive. Continue reading “The Most Important Person in My Life Essay”