My earliest memory of dad is grabbing（抓住）his hand while we walked together. As I grew older, I remember my father and I listening to basketball games on the radio. I always fell asleep   35  the game was over. When I woke up in the morning, the score sheet with the   36  score on it would be lying next to me. I’ll always remember that.
On cold mornings my father would bring his bread truck by the house. I used to ride on the floor of that bread truck as he delivered（分送）the bread to the stores. The   37  and the warmth from the bread made my mouth water and kept me warm. I’ll always remember that.
My father would be present at all my games. One night before an important game my father told me   38  that he wouldn’t be able to watch the game because he had to deliver the bread and it was a three-hour   39 . The next day as the game drew near I thought about my dad. I happened to look across the field and   40  saw his bread truck pulling into the stadium. He managed to   41  the game. I’ll always remember that.
Years later I had become a   42 . I’ll never forget the voice on the phone early one morning telling me dad had just been killed in a traffic accident. I could hear my heart   43  in my ears. I   44  the phone and went back to my bedroom. After that nothing really   45  to me. I still taught in school but I couldn’t centre attention on my teaching. One day I was on the playground when a little boy walked up to me and grabbed my hand. His hand held mine the same way I used to hold my father’s by the last two fingers. At that moment I found my   46  in life again. You see even though my father was gone, he left something with me. He left me his smile, compassion and touch. My purpose was to use those gifts as he did. From that day on I started. I’ll always remember that!

One morning it was shining brightly when I woke up. I looked at the alarm clock. It said 3:45! It had stopped! What time was it? I climbed out of bed and went downstairs to the kitchen. The kitchen clock said 8:30—I was late! My parents were away. My aunt had gone to work without checking if I was up. The school bus went at 8:00. I had missed it. I rang my friend Tony on his mobile phone.
“Tell the teacher I’ll be in as soon as I can!” I said.
“Come on your rollerblades,” Tony said. “It will be faster than the bus.”
I washed and dressed in a hurry. I grabbed an apple to eat on the way. That was my breakfast! Then I put on my rollerblades and set off for school. It took half an hour to get to the school. I took all the shortcuts I knew. I went across the park — even through some backyards! When I got to school, I was very hot and my legs ached. I had missed math, our first lesson of the morning. But I made it just in time for history, our second lesson. I was very happy because history is my favorite subject.
【小題1】The boy woke up at __________ that morning.

My earliest memory of dad is grabbing (抓住) his hand while we walked together. As I     older, I remembered my father and I listened to many basketball games on the radio. I always fell asleep        the game was over. When I woke up in the morning, the score sheet (計分表) with the   score on it would be lying next to me. I’ll always remember that.

On cold mornings my father would drive his bread truck by the house. I used to ride on the floor of that bread truck as he delivered (分送) the bread to the stores. The    and the warmth from the bread made me hungry and kept me warm. I’ll always remember that.

My father would attend all my games. One night before an important game my father told me      that he wouldn’t be able to watch the game because he had to deliver the bread and it was a three-hour     from his route. The next day as the game time drew near, I thought about my dad. I happened to look across the field and     saw his bread truck pulling into the stadium. He tried to make the game. I’ll always remember that.

Years later I became a teacher. I’ll never forget the voice on the phone early one morning telling me dad had just been killed in a traffic accident. I could hear my heart beat in my ears. I    up the phone and went back to my bedroom. After that nothing was very important to me. One day I was on the playground when a little boy walked up to me and grabbed my hand. His hand held mine the       way I used to hold my father’s by the last two fingers. At that moment I found my      in life again. You see even though my father was gone, he left something with me. He left me his smile, spirit and touch. My purpose was to use those gifts as he did. From that day I started. I’ll always remember that!

1.A. went                              B. changed                           C. turned                              D. grew

2.A. when                     B. although                        C. because                          D. before

3.A. public                            B. final                        C. official                             D. lucky

4.A. smell                     B. color                               C. taste                                 D. shape

5.A. happily                  B. sadly                               C. slowly                              D. simply

6.A. ride                               B. walk                                 C. race                        D. drive

7.A. successfully            B. peacefully                   C. surprisingly                      D. unusually

8.A. set                               B. picked                   C. put                                  D. hung

9.A. strange               B. safe                         C. same                          D. special

10.A. pleasure                 B. purpose                    C. problem                          D. progress

My earliest memory of dad is grabbing（抓�。﹉is hand while we walked together. As I grew older, I remember my father and I listening to basketball games on the radio. I always fell asleep   35  the game was over. When I woke up in the morning, the score sheet with the   36  score on it would be lying next to me. I’ll always remember that.

On cold mornings my father would bring his bread truck by the house. I used to ride on the floor of that bread truck as he delivered（分送）the bread to the stores. The   37  and the warmth from the bread made my mouth water and kept me warm. I’ll always remember that.

My father would be present at all my games. One night before an important game my father told me   38  that he wouldn’t be able to watch the game because he had to deliver the bread and it was a three-hour   39 . The next day as the game drew near I thought about my dad. I happened to look across the field and   40  saw his bread truck pulling into the stadium. He managed to   41  the game. I’ll always remember that.

Years later I had become a   42 . I’ll never forget the voice on the phone early one morning telling me dad had just been killed in a traffic accident. I could hear my heart   43  in my ears. I   44  the phone and went back to my bedroom. After that nothing really   45  to me. I still taught in school but I couldn’t centre attention on my teaching. One day I was on the playground when a little boy walked up to me and grabbed my hand. His hand held mine the same way I used to hold my father’s by the last two fingers. At that moment I found my   46  in life again. You see even though my father was gone, he left something with me. He left me his smile, compassion and touch. My purpose was to use those gifts as he did. From that day on I started. I’ll always remember that!