There is a photo of my grandpa on my desk. Looking at the photo, I always can't help1 . I miss him so much. I always think if he is happy in heaven.2 he has been dead for many years, the sweet3 together with him are still in my mind.
During the summer holidays, my grandpa went4 and let me come with him. He handed me the rod*, held my arms and taught me how I could throw my line into the water. Then it was time for me to5 by myself. The6 warmed us and we talked happily. I felt proud of him when he told me his interesting experiences.
"While fishing, we have to wait7 , if you worry a lot, the fish won't come." he went on, "The fish may come8 they may not. It doesn't matter. We're out in the sun. It's a beautiful day. If it rained, we couldn't be here. We're9 to have the warmth of the sun." He sat there with his back against a tree. "Yes, it's a great day," he said10 a smile on his face.
I watched our bobbers*. No fish pulled them under the water that day. It didn't matter. When I was with grandpa, I felt I was not a little child any more. I was like a friend of his. Just being with him was11 from being with others.
Everyone liked him. He enjoyed all his life and always easily found something12 when he was in trouble. Even sometimes he could get13 from it. I wanted to be like him in the future.
He was an amazing man. In the past few years together with him, he has taught me not just 14 to fish. He has also taught me the importance of working hard and the15 of a good laugh. It will be valuable in my life forever.
