When I was a boy, our big family would sometimes gather (聚集) together at my aunt's tiny house over the summer. 1 from all over the country would come in to 2. The adults would sit together in the living room to 3 and catch up on each other's lives. The kids would be sent out into the front yard to 4 while dinner was cooking for all of us.
We would play a good old-fashioned game of tag (捉人游戏). I remember one of those times 5. I was the youngest and smallest of all the kids there so I got 6 first and couldn't catch anyone else. Hard as I ran after my brothers and cousins, they were all too 7 for me. I grew more and more8 .
As I sat thinking how I could 9this difficult game, a good 10came to me. I aimed at one of my brothers. Unluckily, I 11. I got up with tears in my eyes. Then things started to 12. I saw one of my cousins whom I met for the first time standing there. She 13 to run but was going much slower than before. I 14 caught up and tagged her. Then she 15 to me and smiled, "You'd better run!" I ran off laughing 16she turned and started to run after others.
Now I see how her act of17 that day saved me from 18and returned me to joy. Although we hardly ever 19each other, we were family and she loved me. I always remember what she did for me and would try my best to share
20 with everyone.
