1．I grew up in San Pedro. My Dad was a fisherman. It was hard to make a living on the sea. He worked hard and would stay out 36 he caught enough to feed the family. No just enough for our family, but also for his Mom and Dad. When the weather was bad he would 37 me to school. He had this old truck that he used in his fishing 38 . Older than it was, that truck, out of 39 , coughed all the way with loud noise and heavy smoke. As he would drive, I would fall down into the seat hoping to 40 . He would pull right up in front, and it seemed like everybody would be standing around and 41 . Then he would lean over to give me a big kiss and tell me to be 42 . It was so 43 for me now. Here, I was 12 years old, and he would 44 me good-bye!
