A Person, A Friend, My Father
A Person, A Friend, My Father
A couple of weeks ago, as I watched television, I heard a man say that you never know that you are experiencing the best moments in life during those moments. I sat there thinking of my greatest memories, memories with my dad.
February 1989, my first memory of a birthday, I was two years old. I was preparing for my party with all my friends, in the Queensview Co-op Party Room. I was still a curious boy, always trying new things, and a birthday party was a very new thing to me. I walked around our small apartment, waiting for the time to come. My dad held my hand, and we took the elevator down a couple of floors. We entered the room, and the first thing I noticed was a big silver and blue sign. I asked my dad what it said. He said that the sign said “Happy Birthday.” I was so impressed by the fact that he could read, and do so many other things that I couldn’t begin to comprehend. When it was time to open presents, I opened my dads first. It was a big brown teddy bear, almost the size of me. I thought to myself about this great present, and yet looking back, I realize the bear itself wasn’t what I liked, but it was the fact that my father had given it to me.
1991: We move to Roslyn, NY. Moving wasn’t very easy to do. I was very adapted to my surroundings and one day I just ended up sleeping in a different bed. Personally, I was not too intrigued by moving, but every time I looked at my dad’s facial expression I was reassured that there would be no problems. My dad became a permanent source of strength that year, meaning every time I needed that little extra boost to get me where I needed to go, he would be there pushing me on.
1994; I was six years old. I remember going to work with my dad, in the bottom floor of the Queensview Co-ops. My dad had just gotten a new computer, and he wanted to show it to me. He sat me down, started it up, went into Windows 3.1, and opened Microsoft Word 6.0. He showed me how to use the mouse and keyboard. He left the room, and I began typing a short story about my adventures in my dad’s office. By the time my dad returned I had already generated a page. He sat there telling me how I was getting good at writing. I sat there realizing it was “love at first sight.” My dad had introduced me to the most wonderful thing in the world, computers.
From that point on my life revolved around computers.
February, 1997; I was 10 years old. A week before my birthday my dad took me on a surprise visit to the computer store. He showed me many things on the computer and bought me many things, too. My most memorable thing that day was not using computers, but my dad using them with me. I began to realize that my father wasn’t just my father; he is my friend too.
December 2000; I was 13 years old. After returning with my sister from a vacation to visit my grandparents, I went to my room to put away my things. I sat on my bed and felt something hard on my side. I moved away my pillows, and voila, I find the thing that I had been dreaming for. It was a cable modem. I instantly screamed on the top of my lungs. I ran around the house and eventually when I calmed down, I ran to my dad and hugged him. That was the best feeling of my life I thought to my self. My father had given me the thing that was to me like the thing everyone wanted, but couldn’t get.
Looking back on my memories, I realize that my Dad is much more than a wonderful person. He is kind and outgoing, he understands, and most of all, he is a friend.