His grandpa was so poor at that time that he had to get up at            dawn every day and walk to the factory in             distance.

 A. ×; a                                B. ×; the                     C. a; the                               D. the; the

His grandpa was so poor at that time that he had to get up at           dawn every day and walk to the factory in            distance.

1. A.
   ×; a
2. B.
   ×; the
3. C.
   a; the
4. D.
   the; the

His grandpa was so poor at that time that he had to get up at            dawn every day and walk to the factory in             distance.

 A. ×; a                       B. ×; the                C. a; the                       D. the; the

His grandpa was so poor at that time that he had to get up at           dawn every day and walk to the factory in            distance.

 “Hey, Dad，” one of my kids asked the other day, “what was your favourite fast food when you were growing up？”

“We didn't have fast food when I was growing up，” I informed him. “All the food was slow.”

“Come on, seriously. Where did you eat？”

“It was a place called ‘home’” I explained.“Grandma cooked every day and when Grandpa got home from work, we sat down together at the dining table, and if I didn't like what she put on my plate I was allowed to sit there until I liked it.”

By this time, the kid was laughing so hard I was afraid he was going to suffer serious internal damage, so I didn't tell him the part about how I had to have permission to leave the table. But here are some other things I would have told him about my childhood if I figured his system could have handled it：

I was 13 before I tasted my first pizza. It was called “pizza pie”. When I bit into it, I burned the roof of my mouth and the cheese slid off, swung down, and plastered itself against my chin. It's still the best pizza I ever had.

Pizzas were not delivered to our home. But milk was. Bread and rolls came from the Omar man. All newspapers were delivered by boys and all boys delivered newspapers. I delivered a newspaper, six days a week even when the snow was 18 inches deep. It cost 7 cents a paper, of which I got to keep 2 cents, I had to get up at 4：00 a．m. every morning. On Saturdays, I had to collect the 42 cents from my customers.

If you grew up in a generation before there was fast food, you may want to share some of these memories with your children or grandchildren. Growing up isn't what it used to be, is it?

1. Hearing what the author said, his child probably thought ________.

A. he was lucky to have fast food

B. it was unbelievable to live without fast food

C. how happy his own life was

D. his father was joking with him

2. When he used to have meals with the adults, the author ________.

A. had to watch his table manners

B. could choose what he liked

C. was not given much freedom

D. had to eat everything offered to him

3. What do we know about the first pizza the author had?

A. It left a good memory on him.

B. The author didn't like it at all.

C. It was too poorly made.

D. He didn't know how to eat it.

4. Why did the author talk about his experience of delivering newspapers?

A. To show that his family used to be quite poor.

B. To show that children before had to make a living by themselves.

C. To show that he had gained a lot from the experience.

D. To show that growing experience was quite different before.

5. What's the author's attitude towards today's children?

A. He thinks they are spoiled.

B. He thinks they are too obsessed with fast food.

C. He thinks they should go through some hardship.

D. He doesn't give his personal opinion.