And they think I'm weak

"My dad can lift 60 pounds of hay, without breaking a sweat and he can hit the ball over the fence in one swing." Well my dad's Superman. "My dad can run 6 miles in half an hour and swim three lakes in no time flat, he can bike past Greg's house, and he can drive real fast." Well my dad's Superman. "My dad can throw the ball 100 feet! He can do 100 push-ups- he built our house, too." My dad is Superman. He doesnt often fly, but when we're on the boat together he lets me drive fast, sometimes. And he teaches me whats right and wrong. He may not be able to throw the ball 100 ft. but he practices with me, and pushes me to go farther. My dad is Superman. He fights for Justice and the American way, especially on the road, yelling at road-raged drivers "Be patient," he says to them. My dad always makes me laugh, even when he's not funny. My dad is Superman. He gets angry sometimes, because he's not respected enough. But he never gives up his identity, and he plays it off. He buts the grass like a regular man, when really, he's capable of so much more. My dad is Superman. He endures long, endless hours of back-breaking labor, never stopping, except for the occasional "cat nap" or water break. My dad is Superman, and I hope I can be half the person he is. [lamely worded, I guess? I wanted it to sound kinda childish but I think I pushed it too far. I dont want my dad to grow-up anymore....]
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i like your journal and your writing.
good charlotte.