In the evening, during the summer, my father sometimes came to the beach. I did not know how to swim. I wound up on his back and began to swim. I was not afraid. I looked huge, quiet, one of those big whales of the sea tales, or the tuna who saves Pinocchio and Geppetto from the jaws of the shark. Today I went to swim "high water" with my daughter. He learned a few days. It's still a few strokes, but now has won the fear of diving deep and cheerful. When I tired sticks his neck and now I can understand the feeling of my father when he heard my baby's body on his shoulders. Many people try desperate the formula of happiness to die unsatisfied. To me it does not take much. 
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