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My Fathers hats
My father loved to wear this panama hats or any other hat that resembles its style. He usually bought them on trips or any vacation we had as a family, I remember how he would stop at any store that sold this hats and try them on even though he wasn’t going to get one. Every time he bought a new hat he would usually brag us about it even though we never really liked them that much and he'd always tell us how to properly wear and take care of them. He would usually choose a favorite hat, the lucky winner will spent the next few months on top of his head, until he decides to pick another contestant. His friends would usually point out his hats and ask him where he got them, sometimes I would hear the same story over and over again and others I would surprisingly hear a new and interesting one. Every day he picked me up from school I would always find one of his hats in the passenger seat and he would usually tell me ¨pass it to the back or put it in your lap¨ and there it laid, in my lap, the whole way until he decided to put it on. Sometimes during those rides from school I would usually wear his hat even though I didn’t looked as good he did. He’d always wear them on those hot summer days while he went to work or while doing any other stuff he had on mind. Sometimes the dog would take one of his hats and everyone laughed as my father angrily tried to take it back. Sometimes he would tried to convince me and my brothers to wear them as often as he did. He tried to take good care of this hats and most of them were as good as new. I recall only one trip were he lost one of his hats, the wind blew it off of its head and took it down to an unreachable river where it was lost forever, may it rest in peace. I really never thought about why he loved those hats so much, maybe it reminded him of his father who also loved to wear those kind of hats, maybe he just wanted to start a collection with them, or maybe he just liked the way he looked while wearing his favorite hat
