As a child, I started learning to play the piano, my favorite musical 1,but I was forced to give up when I started my middle school 2 I could concentrate more on my studies.

    It's one of my biggest 3 to stop practicing the piano when I recall sadly today. During the following years, I kept telling my piano teacher that I would 4. However, I didn't keep my promise because I was 5 with my study. 6 I lost touch with my teacher. Some years later, my teacher died. I was very sad because I lost such a good teacher. She was a very warm and gentle person. It hurts me to think she may have been 7 that I never returned. I haven't taken lessons since then but to be honest, I 8 to. Sitting at the piano, I couldn't help recalling many 9—times of my practising at home and playing before my teacher and one time my teacher 10 me after I played entire pieces of music wrong in front of her colleagues. I was so 11 that I could hardly say anything. But her 12 helped ease my shame. These memories, 13, good or bad, never caused my 14 for playing the piano again.

      This thought then led me to think that 15 is like music, and that we all try to play different 16 in the instrument of our life. Sometimes the pitch(音高) is 17 when we play it well, but sometimes we are out of tone. However, we all continue to create our own 18 style of music. No matter what style our music is, it is 19 that we sing the songs of joy, quietness and love. Though I may never make it back to piano lessons, it doesn't 20 that I've stopped making music.

    The other night, I had to go to a meeting, which lasted past my daughter's bedtime. I 1 home and was brushing my teeth when I 2, and there on the bathroom mirror was a note in the  3 of a heart. It said, “Hi, Mom! I Love You. Laurel. ” 4, I cut a heart out of a piece of paper, and pasted(贴) a(n) 5 next to hers, saying, “I Love You, too, Laurel. Love, Mom”, which she 6 the next morning.

    Our family has 7 that by integrating(互相) writing into our 8 activities, we become more thoughtful of each other. Meanwhile, our daughter is learning to enjoy writing and becoming a(n) 9 writer.

    While teaching in a primary school, I 10 how influential parents can be as children learn to write. 11when our daughter first began to scribble（乱涂）, I became 12 by her work. I offered praise for her 13, for I found that scribbling is far more complex and important than I had 14. It was obvious that her scribbles,15 being lovely art objects, showed a lot about her 16 of the world of writing.

    Gradually, our family began writing a great deal. I sensed that writing helped Laurel learn 17 to read. As a matter of fact, by 18 my own child and her friends and by reading professional books, I became more and more 19 about how writing develops and how 20can help children become eager writers.

    I was 18 years old when Tim and I began to date.1 and quiet. I'd met his parents once before but hadn't ventured to say more than “Hello”. This particular evening we were taking them out to dinner for their anniversary and I wanted to make a good 2on them.

    Tim and his parents had arrived to pick me up. I 3 out of my home as soon as possible. My good impression began with “on time ”. I sat in the backseat 4 watching his father's eyes glancing into the rearview mirror to 5 me.

    They had already decided on their favorite 6 and that was fine with me, the 7 lighting would hide the rising flush(红晕) in my cheeks, and if anyone noticed, I could 8 it on the peppers. With9 table manners I managed to survive halfway through dinner.10 in the midst of conversation I 11 for my iced tea, raised the glass to my 12and very quickly discovered I had picked up the13glass.

    I quickly 14 the glass and set it back but it was too15 I had burnt my eyebrows, and curl over my forehead! I looked up slowly,16no one had seen me, but each face stared at me in 17 silence. Excusing myself, I ran to the restroom. Soon afterwards, Tim's mother arrived. “Everything will be just fine,” she said 18.

    Tim and I eventually got 19. We had a small ceremony afterwards held at the restaurant where this 20 occurred. This time, however, I didn't drink any candles.

    To celebrate the end of our exams, my friends and I went to a fast food restaurant. We1hamburgers and Coca Cola at the counter. When our2came, I started walking towards an empty table. By bad luck, my purse strap(带子)got3on a chair and the tray(托盘)that I was holding slipped4my hands and went flying in the air. The tray, and its contents5on a man who was just about to6a bite of his sandwich. I stared, greatly7 as the drinks soaked(浸湿)his white shirt.

    Then I8my eyes and prepared myself for his burst of9Instead, he said “It's OK” to10me before he disappeared into washroom.

    Still shaky and unsure11to do next, my friends and I went to a table and sat there, trying our best to look12 A moment later, the man came out of the washroom and13our table. My heart almost stopped14I thought he was going to ask for my father's15and call him.

    To my surprise, he merely smiled at us, handed us some cash and said, “16yourself new hamburgers. ”He then walked17without even finishing his food.

    He could have made what was already an uncomfortable situation worse, 18he chose a different way and gave us a reason to believe that there is still19in this world. I'll never20his actions.

    As I sat motionless on the steps of the pool, watching everyone else swim back and forth, I realized that I had spent most of my life watching others enjoy themselves. It was then that I1a little girl staring at me with a look of confusion. I smiled at her, hoping to 2the ice by talking to her. Unfortunately, my3failed and she just kept on staring. My 4increased as a little boy swam up to me and said, “I feel sorry for you.”

    After the5a thought struck me, I had to change 6the world viewed me. Because it was children who stared at me the most, I decided to write a children's book that taught them about7in a fun way. This is when KatGirl, a super hero in a8who helps children that are being bullied, came into my mind.

    I quickly9inside my apartment and began creating the story. As I wrote each word, I could10my future as a world-renowned author and public speaker. My excitement11like wildfire. Over the next two years, the story12many changes before it saw the world in the spring of 2011. My perseverance 13paid off.

    One day I was invited to speak to the students at a neighboring school. I confidently wheeled into a classroom filled with students who14at me just like the little girl in the pool.” How do you feel when you see me?” I asked them. The kids bravely15“ I feel sorry for you.”

    I opened my book and started reading. Immediately I noticed the children's stares turned to 16“ How do you feel when you see me?” I asked again. Without 17they replied, “ You are so cool! Does your18fly too?” I just smiled, “No, not yet, but maybe some day.” I knew in my heart that this was19The past two years had proven to me that with 20anything is possible.

    "Mum, can I invite my classmate Brett over to stay tomorrow night, please? It's Friday, and we don't have any 1. Can I, please?"Mum was sitting at the kitchen table. Dad was 2next to her, resting his head on his arms. Mum could 3that James wanted so badly to have his friend over.

    "I'm so sorry, James, "she said.

    "I'm never allowed to have friends come to the house! Why, Mum?" James asked sadly, almost in 4.

    "I know it's 5 for you, "Mum said softly." But I'm just worried other people might think we're a little...strange. And then they would make fun of you."

    "No, they wouldn't, Mum," James protested. "We're not 6 at all. We're just ordinary people."

    Mum sighed heavily. "To tell you the truth, James, my neck has been so painful that it's given me a heavy7. And your poor father—he doesn't feel8. He really needs a rest."

    "I can help, Mum!" James said."9 I can make you and Dad feel better, can Brett come over? Please?"

    "Well..."Mum began.

    "Great! Thanks, Mum!" James almost shouted. "Just sit there, don't move." He rushed over to the kitchen drawer and 10 what he needed—two spanners(扳手)."Hang on, Mum," he said. "This won't take a second." After some  11, James was finished. With a smile of 12 on his face, he said, "There! How does that feel?" "Oh, James, "Mum said." That's much better! How did you do it?"

    "Easy, "James said 13." Dad had tightened your neck bolts(螺栓)too much! I just 14them slightly! I learned that in robotic science at school."

    "What about your father? Can you 15 him?" asked mum.

    "I'll try," James replied. He 16 up dad's hair at the back of his neck, and plugged the electric wire into dad's head. Then he turned the 17 on. Dad opened his eyes and 18 immediately. "He just let his 19 run too low, that's all," James said. "Shall I tell Brett to come over straight after school tomorrow?"

    "I guess so," replied mum. "Your friends will just have to 20 that we are a very unusual family. Thanks, son!"