Another very important person in my life "is" my father. He died when I was only seven years old. He was seriously ill. Since than I have cultived his memory in my mind, so today I still remember all his expressions; I remember all the little tips that he gave me. I remember also, when he wore me to the hill that I had the whooping cough to breathe the pure air. Now he is gone but I feel he is still alive within me!