1 （2010·安徽省利辛二中高三第四次月考） When I was a little kid, a father was like the night in the refrigerator. Every house had one, but no one really knew what either of them did once the door was shut.
My dad left the house every morning and always seemed glad to see every one again at night . He opened the jar of pickets when no one else at home could. He was the only one in the house who wasn’t afraid to go into the basement by himself.
Whenever it rained, he got the car and brought it around to the door. When anyone was sick, he went out to get the prescription filled. He set mousetraps. He cut back the roses so the thorns (刺)wouldn’t snag you when you came to the front door. He oiled my roller skates, and they went faster . When I got my bike ,he ran alongside me for at least a thousand miles until I got the hang of it. He signed all my report and my cards. He took a lot of pictures, but was never in them. He tightened up Mother’s sagging（松垂的）clothesline every week or so.
I was afraid of everyone else’s father, but not my own.
