Flashback

I was just sitting by an old tree just outside the village, as I stared into the sky, I reflected on my life. Unoka, the father i regret, was not much of a father at all, or even much of a good person. I still remember how people would turn away from me and whisper criticism into anybody's ear, behind the backs of me and my father. All I was known for, was my father. All my father was known for, was his unorganized, forever borrowing, never returning, and always slacking self. He was despised and avoided by most of the villagers, and I was as well, for I was his son. I was nothing like him. Why couldn't they see that? Couldn't they set aside the unfortunate blood-relation I had to him? It seemed they couldn't, I had to show them myself. I guess, now that I think of it, is why I decided to become a wrestler in the first place. Dad never was, he never got a chance to be successful, he didn't even try, anyway. I had to be the opposite of him, show everyone that the saying "like father, like son" was not always true.