My dad is a teacher, so he has all his summers off from work. This means that I always have someone to take me to the beach, the movies, or maybe just relax at home. Summers are my favorite time of year because my dad always has something special planned. Last summer, we took a three day trip to Seattle. We saw the space needle, pikes place market, and other Seattle attractions. I had a great time and it was one of my favorite trips. Other summers, we take trips with my whole family. Four summers ago we took a road trip from Chicago all the way to Niagara Falls. Not only did we travel over 800 miles, but my dad road his bike the whole way! My dad also helps me in sports. When I was little, like every other kid, I loved soccer. …show more content…
I wanted to be the best soccer player I could be, so my dad decided to coach my soccer team. At the time I thought this was no big deal, but now I realize how much time and effort he spent planning our practices and coaching our games. He not only had to coach me, but 10 other girls as well! Towards the end of every soccer season, I would start to get burnt out and not want to play anymore. My dad always reassured me that the season was over soon and I had to keep practicing. I didn’t know it then, but pushing me to keep practicing when I didn't want to, taught me perseverance and how to work hard. When I was about 10 I decided that I didn't want to be soccer anymore. I wanted to play volleyball. So my dad researched everything he could about volleyball to help me. He even got me on a club team that year, in the middle of the season. Since he didn’t know a lot about volleyball, he wanted to find a coach that could help me improve. Lucky for us, we live right next to an Olympic volleyball player. Not only that, but theres a grass volleyball court in our backyard. So my dad asked him if he would coach me and in return he would mow the court. For three years my dad spent hours outside mowing that court, so I would get better at volleyball. After a year or two, I got pretty good at volleyball and started slacking off on practicing. My dad saw this and reminded me that if I wanted to be good, I had to keep working, so I continued to practice as hard as I could. At the time, I didn’t like how hard he was pushing me, but so far, his advice has helped me a lot. Also, like any other parent, my dad helps me with my school work. My dad is not just any teacher. He’s a math teacher, which helps me tremendously. For example, when I was little, my dad would always quiz me on my times tables with flashcards. I always thought it was really boring and I didn’t understand why I needed to