Story composition with dad

If you write a story about your father, here are some possible writing ideas:

1. Recall the moments with your father: You can start with your childhood memories. Every moment with your dad, such as the interesting things you did together, the lessons you learned, the fatherly love you felt, etc.

2. Describe dad’s personality traits: You can describe dad’s personality traits, such as his sense of humor, wisdom, patience, sternness, etc., so as to show a vivid image of dad.

3. Tell a story with your dad: You can tell a story with your dad, such as overcoming difficulties together, sharing happiness together, facing challenges together, etc., to show your dad's influence and help to you.

Chapter 1: The story of me and my father

My father was only 30 years old when I was born. My father at that time was a high-spirited young man. From the time I can remember, there were as many stories between us as there are stars in the sky.

My mother said that when I was a child, I loved riding my father as a "horse". Dad crawled on the bed, and I held my fat body and straddled Dad's broad back. I held Dad's clothes tightly with one hand and used the pillow towel as a whip with the other. I shook the "whip" with a smile and "commanded" Dad to "run" on the bed. I am like a soldier on the battlefield. At that time, my father never seemed to know that he was tired, and he would not listen and asked: "Are you happy? Is my girl happy?"

When I was a child, as long as my father was at home, I never sat on the bench or the sofa. , likes to sit on daddy’s belly the most. Dad's belly is like a hillock, bulging and soft, making it very comfortable to sit on. Sometimes, Dad deliberately bulges his belly, and I also move up and down, which is so fun!

When I am in elementary school, I like my father to take me to school on an electric bike. Along the way, the breeze accompanied me and the birds accompanied me. I sat comfortably behind my father and kept asking questions, and my father patiently gave me answers. Dad said that I am "One Hundred Thousand Whys", and I said that Dad is "Encyclopedia".

I am like the wind and most afraid of injections. Whenever I see the long, thin, silvery needle, I immediately burst into tears and runny nose. At this time, my father was the most gentle, holding me in his arms, comforting me and encouraging me in a soft voice. Later, my father stopped accompanying me to get injections. He said he couldn’t bear to see me cry.

In the winter of 2017, a heavy snowfall enveloped the entire city. Snowflakes are falling, cold wind is blowing, and no one wants to go out. However, my father and I were extremely happy. Dad made a sled specially for me and took me skiing near Renhe Park. Dad pulled the rope and ran in front. I sat on the sled and screamed in excitement while looking proudly at the jealous eyes of passers-by.

I am 11 years old this year. Although there are as many stories between my father and me as there are stars in the sky, this is just the beginning and not the end.

Dad, I love you forever!

Part 2: Story 6 of me and my dad

When I was born, my dad was 26 years old and he was a handsome young man. I like to stick to him, so wherever he goes, I follow him.

I remember that I loved playing when I was a child, so my father bought me a rocking car. Dad tied the rope to the front of the car and took me running on the slope of the front yard. But that day, I was wearing a skirt, and my father pulled it, and the skirt caught on the wheel. There was a "prick" sound, and a hole was ripped in the skirt. I ran home crying and said, "Grandma, there is a hole in the skirt." Grandma said, "It's okay, don't cry, grandma will sew it for you!" From then on, as long as I played with the rocker, grandma would wear it for me. Pants.

Slowly, I grew up and went to kindergarten. One day after school, I saw other children skating there wearing skates. I ran home and said to my father: "Dad, I want to buy skates!" Dad said: "You are still young and not suitable for skating. I will buy them for you when you go to middle school." I said with an unhappy expression: "Other children have them." Dad saw that he couldn't resist me and said softly: "Okay, okay, buy them!"

I bought the skates back quickly, but I can't skate and it's hard to stand firm. . At this time, my father helped me to the backyard and started teaching me to skate.

After a while, I was able to let go of my father's hand and slide on my own, but just after I was happy for a while, I fell. Dad felt distressed and quickly helped me up, and asked with concern: "Does it hurt after the fall?" I cried and said: "It hurts..." and he quickly rubbed it for me.

The story of my father and I could not be finished in three days and three nights. This is always just the beginning of the story, not the end...

Part 3: The story of me and my dad

During the holidays, my dad took me to learn to swim again.

After changing into swimming trunks, my father and I walked into the swimming pool. We first did a full-body exercise and then jumped into the pool. I couldn't swim yet, so I could only hold on to the rope tied to the swimming board and swim as hard as I could. Only when I was exhausted did I hold on to the edge of the swimming pool. Later, it was my father who supported me and asked me to learn breaststroke. I swam for a while and came to the shore to watch my father's "wonderful performance". I saw my father lying flat on the water, swinging his hands back and forth, performing the "stunt" of backstroke. After I entered the water again, I asked my father to stay away from me. Then, I rushed towards my father. Not only did I hug my father to prevent myself from sinking, but I also splashed water on my father's face. That's how fun I find it.