Thinking about my childhood, about all the happy things, I think mostly about my father. He always wanted me to become a cheerful, sensitive and at the same time trustworthy person. My father- Jack- is a slim and handsome man in his early fifties. I recently realized that his hair is already gray and that he is becoming bald. He has a round, good-looking face and small green eyes. He works as a postman, in his job he wears a suit, but usually he wears casually.
Unlike many men, my father is very sensitive and caring. If anyone needs help, he can rely on him. He always finds a way to get out of trouble. Jack is a very generous person. Anytime he has more money, he makes nice presents to his family and friends. Moreover, he is very reliable. I can always tell him about my problems, discuss my doubts. He kept all my secrets, when I was a kid. He always says that there is one thing he hates- it is lie. He keeps telling me that even the worst truth is better than any lie.
Furthermore, my dad is a very sociable person. He has many friends, some of them he knows already from secondary school. He also has his hobby. It is trekking. He loves going to the mountains and spends each holiday in Tatra Mountains, Beskidy or Alps.
I find him the most influential and important person to me. He made my childhood very happy.
