When I was a young boy, my favorite thing was a toy gun. Sometimes I would shoot bullets(发射子弹) for practice. One day, I walked into the1 with my gun. I 2 a John Wayne movie where he preferred shooting the gun with one hand. As I was 3 what he did, I heard a pop. I hadn't 4 the bullets when I practiced shooting the day before. I watched nervously as the bullet parted the hair of my dad who was 5 on the sofa. One and a half inches lower, it would have shot him in the head. My dad woke up and saw what happened. He 6 took my toy gun, walked out and broke it on the stone. I wouldn't have another toy gun for a long time 7 that and when I did, I refused to put bullets in it.
8 troubled me most, though, was seeing the anger in my dad's eyes. I hid in my room for the rest of the day not 9 to face him. I 10 that he didn't love me any longer. At dinnertime he walked into the room and put his hand on my head. "It's OK, Joey," he said, "I forgive you. Now come and eat." I felt so 11 at that moment. I felt loved once again.
In the years that followed, I 12 my dad more than once. I was a 13 learner and suffered a lot. I cried and struggled(挣扎), 14 I always felt loved. No matter how badly I did, my father loved me and never 15. He was always helping me to become better and kinder.
