blogger #2

1  1.My father had an impact on my life (the parts he was there for) because he taught me a trade. He taught me how to weld I remember one hot summer day he called me out into the garage and told me to grab one of those old milk crates and sit down. I remember I was so excited because I was going to be able to spend quality time with my dad. He told me to put on the welding mask it was huge, I felt like it wouldn’t fit my face but my father adjusted it so it would. I felt like iron man because the mask completely covered my face and had this huge blue rectangle where the eyes go so I could see. I remember he told me to put on his brown rough welding gloves. I did and he handed me the welding wand, he then guided my hands to a piece of metal and sparks began to fly. I pulled my arm back fast because I got popped with some of the sparks on the exposed part of my arm (ouch). I remember it burning but I didn’t cry because I didn’t want to look like a punk in front of my dad (lol I just wanted to be a cool chick in front of my dad). He  immediately asked me if I was okay I responded with yes and he told me to pick up the wand again. For the next three hours that day I and my father built the frame for a go-kart. That experience showed me that I shouldn’t allow a little pain to keep me from doing what I want to do and I should never give up.

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     2. My father had an impact on my life because he taught me a trade. He taught me how to weld, I remember one hot summer day he called me out into the garage and told me to grab one of those old milk crates and sit down. I remember I was so excited because I was going to be able to spend quality time with my dad. He told me to put on the welding mask it was huge, I felt like it wouldn’t fit my face but my father adjusted it so it would. I felt like iron man because the mask completely covered my face and had this huge blue rectangle where the eyes go so I could see. I remember he told me to put on his brown rough welding gloves. I did and he handed me the welding wand, he then guided my hands to a piece of metal and sparks began to fly.as a result, of my fear  I pulled my arm back fast because I got popped with some of the sparks on the exposed part of my arm . I remember it burning but I didn’t cry because I didn’t want to look like a punk in front of my dad . He immediately asked me if I was okay I responded with yes and he told me to pick up the wand again. For the next three hours that day I and my father built the frame for a go-kart. That experience showed me that I shouldn’t allow a little pain to keep me from doing what I want to do and I should never give up.

Part 2

1.      My dad welded all his life and was great at it I wasn’t so great at it.

2.      After learning how to weld felt accomplished because I didn’t even though I got hurt.