You can never imagine how crazy I was about football then.I used to play football until dark every day. But I unluckily developed a serious disease one day. Soon my mother rushed to me to the hospital and the doctor said that I needed to receive treatment in the hospital for some time.
My dad often spent the night with me in the hospital while my mother looked after my sister at home. Then came the happiest moments when my father told me wonderful stories.
My father was a talented storyteller. In the hospital, he would tell me a story or two. He copied sounds of bicycles or animals,so the pictures would never disappear from my mind. So happy was I that sometimes I wished to stay in the hospital a little longer.
Because of my mom's strict and careful care later, it became difficult to get well slowly, No longer sick, no more stories. Disappointed, I went into my father's room one evening
"Dad, you tell me stories only when I'm sick."
My father laughed, "You are already eight and can read by yourself.
He handed me a book and said, "Go and read it. It will tell you stories."
That night, I opened the book and read the most interesting story I had ever read.Then I became thirsty for books and now I am a curious reader.
