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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 2 both before twelve because of living close to Lake Ontario. The last time Dad and I set sail together is really 3 . It was a perfect weekend after I graduated from university. I came home and 4 Dad to go sailing. Out we set soon on the 5 lake. Dad hadn't sailed for years, but everything 6 well with the tiller (舵柄) in his hands. When we were in the middle of the lake, a 7 wind came all of a sudden. The boat was hit 8 . Dad was always at his best in any 9 , but at this moment he 10 . "John! 11 !" he shouted in a trembling voice, with the tiller still in his hands. In my memory he could fix any 12 . He was the one I always 13 for strength and security. Before I could respond, a 14 of water got into the boat. I rushed to the tiller 15 it was too late. Another huge wall of water 16 the boat in a minute. We were thrown into the water, and Dad was struggling aimlessly. At that moment, I felt fiercely 17 of him. I swam to Dad 18 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 19 . "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 20 for my father. | ||||
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