完形填空
In the depths of my memory, many things I did with my father still live.These things have come to represent, in fact, what I call 1 and love.
I don’t remember my father ever getting into a swimming pool.But he did 2 the water.Any kind of 3 ride seemed to give him pleasure. 4 he loved to fish; sometimes he took me along.
But I never really liked being on the water, the way my father did.I liked being 5 the water, moving through it, 6 it all around me.I was not a strong 7 , or one who learned to swim early, for I had my 8 .But I loved being in the swimming pool close to my father’s office and 9 those summer days with my father, who 10 come by on a break.I needed him to see what I could do.My father would stand there in his suit, the 11 person not in swimsuit.
After swimming, I would go 12 his office and sit on the wooden chair in front of his big desk, where he let me 13 anything I found in his top desk drawer.Sometimes, if I was left alone at his desk 14 he worked in the lab, an assistant or a student might come in and tell me perhaps I shouldn’t be playing with his 15 .But my father always 16 and said easily, “Oh, no, it’s 17 .” Sometimes he handed me coins and told me to get 18 an ice cream…
A poet once said, “We look at life once, in childhood; the rest is 19 .”And I think it is not only what we “look at once, in childhood” that determines our memories, but 20 , in that childhood, looks at us.
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