As a little boy, there was nothing I liked better than Sunday afternoons at my grandfather's farm in western Pennsylvania. Surrounded (包围) by miles of winding stonewalls, the house and farm provided 1hours of fun for a city kid like me.
I can still remember one afternoon when I was eight years old. For a long time after my first visit to the farm, I'd wanted more than 2to be allowed to climb the stonewalls. My parents would 3agree. The walls were old. Some stones were missing, and others were falling into pieces. Still, my wish to climb across those walls grew4strong that finally, one spring afternoon, I summoned(鼓起) all my 5and entered the living room, 6the adults had got together after Sunday dinner.
"I, uh, I want to climb the stonewalls, " I said hesitantly(犹豫地). Everyone 7. "Can I climb the stonewalls? Immediately the women shouted, "No, you mustn't. 8you'll hurt yourself!" The reply was just as I 9. But before I could leave the room, I was stopped by my grandfather's loud voice. "Now10just a minute. Let the boy climb the stonewalls. He has to 11 to do things for himself. "
"Go, " he said to me, "and come and see me when you get 12. " For the next two hours I climbed those old walls and had the time of my life. Later I met with my grandfather to tell him about my13. I'll never forget what he said. "Fred, " he said, smiling14, "you made this day special just by being yourself. Always remember, there's only one person in this whole world like15, and I like you as you are. "
Many years have passed, but I still remember what my grandfather said at that moment.
