My father brought home a sailboat when I was ten, and almost each Sunday in summers we would gosailing. 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.