My dad has always spent his free time climbing mountains. He spends ages 1 his route (路线), checking the weather forecast and finding the best maps. He really likes a good 2. For example, he always chooses the most difficult way up the mountain. It means he feels he's really 3 something.
As soon as I could walk, he started taking me with him sometimes. At first, he used to carry me on his shoulders. Later on, I had my own little boots (靴子) and I 4 him up the easiest slopes (斜坡). I can still remember how excited I was when we set off and how 5 I felt.
The first time I did a proper climb with him, I was about eight years old. As we came round the last bend to the summit (山顶), we 6 some other climbers standing there enjoying the view. They couldn't believe my father had managed to get to the 7 with such a small child. In fact, we weren't the only ones who managed to do so that day. When we were coming down, we met another family with two 8 girls, who must have been just behind us.
I'm now 15 and I belong to a local climbing club. Dad 9 hoped to pass on his love of climbing to me. It seems that he has. I already spend most of my weekends in the 10. Sometimes Dad comes too but now I'm the one out in front and he can't always keep up with me!
