As a little boy, there was nothing I liked better than Sunday afternoons on my grandfather’s farm. 1 by miles of winding stonewalls, the house and barn provided endless hours of 2 for a city kid like me. I can still remember one afternoon when I was eight years old. Since my first visit to the farm, I’d wanted more than anything else to be 3 to climb the stonewalls surrounding the farm. My parents would never 4 . The walls were old; some stones were missing; others became loose and broke off. Still, my desire to climb across those walls grew so 5 . One spring afternoon, I summoned( 鼓起 )all my 6 and entered the living room, where the s had gathered after dinner. “I, uh, I want to climb the stonewalls,” I said 7 . A chorus went up from the women in the room. “Heavens, no!” They cried worriedly. “You’ll 8 yourself!” I wasn’t too 9 . The 10 was just as I’d expected. But 11 I could leave the room, I was stopped by my grandfather. “ 12 just a minute, ” I heard him say to them, “Let the boy climb the stonewalls. He has to learn to do things for himself.” “Scoot( 快走 ), ” he said to me with a wink( 使眼色 ), “and come and see me when you get back.” 13 I rushed out of the room. For the next two and a half hours I climbed those old walls and had the 14 of my life. Later I met with my grandfather to tell him about my 15 . I’ll never forget what he said. “Fred,” he said, smiling broadly, “you made this day a 16 day just by being yourself. Always remember, there’s only one person in this whole world like you, and I like you exactly as you are.” Many years has passed since then, and today I 17 the television program Mister Rogers’ Neighborhood, seen by millions of 18 throughout America. There have been changes over the years, but one thing 19 the same; my 20 to children at the end of almost every visit, “There’s only one person in this world like you, and people can like you exactly as you are.”