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My father's kayaks
My father's kayaks sometimes were red, other times were blue, but most of the times were yellow. The red one was the fastest, the blue one was the most stable but slow, but the yellow one was the perfect one. Oh, I loved and hated those kayaks. Since I can remember, everyone in my family used to go to a sports club named "Bocapalma" aside "La Boca" lake, and waited for hours until he came back. During that time we could go to the pool, play billiard, have some food, or do whatever we wanted to. After I got bored of the pool and the games, I started to explore more places that no one knew. It sounds great spending every Sunday in that way. It didn't matter if it was raining, didn't matter if we were below zero degrees. Didn't matter if we were over 40 degrees. He was every Sunday at 11 o'clock at the "La Boca" lake. One Sunday he took me with him to his kayak and that day I saw something unusual. While we were rowing, he grabbed every paper, bottle, can, or anything that he found, and put it in a bag inside his kayak. That day was one of the largest and toughest days of my life. Everything looked the same. I could row anymore. I was tired, and felt sleep. What was the reaction of my father? He got angry, but just for a few moments. I was like a person above a horse, and he was the horse. With those kayaks sometimes he won contests, but other times he won wounds. Oh, that was my childhood. I knew "Bocapalma" like my own house. Nevertheless, for my surprise, one day few years ago I found my dad selling his kayaks, and I was shocked. Why? How? When? Many questions overwhelm my mind because I knew those Ping-Pong-Billiard-Pool-toboggan-food-fabulous Sundays were about to end. And they did. Thinking in "Bocapalma" makes me feel nostalgia. So, for the good old days, we decided to go one Sunday to "Bocapalma" and have dinner. The day we went, two years later from the day my dad sold his kayaks, I saw the lake like a toilet without being flush. My dad, with his kayaks, grabbing every single bottle and can every Sunday, was the reason why that lake used to be clean. He really was doing a difference.
