My dad has an interesting yet dangerous job: he is a stuntman. His day begins at 6 o’clock and he only comes back home late night. Though he doesn’t talk too much about his job, I know some facts. His speciality are horses. He knows how to make the horse “fall” to the ground or how to make the horse carry something, for example. I once asked him if it’s scary to do some of the tricks. He said “no, because I don’t think about it. I just do what it takes and enjoy it!” I am looking forward to becoming a stuntman, too, because I want to be like my dad.