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    Today I'd like to tell you a little about the people I admire the most.

    My first hero is the adventure Jessica Watson. In October 2009, when she was only sixteen years old, Jessica left Sydeney, Australia and sailed {#blank#}1{#/blank#}the Pacific, Atlantic and India Oceans all by herself. She {#blank#}2{#/blank#}to Sydney in May 2010. She is the youngest person to sail solo unsupported around the world. I have a lot of respect for her as she was {#blank#}3{#/blank#}to face difficulties and danger alone. Australians were so {#blank#}4{#/blank#}her that they called her "our newest Australian hero."

    It's six thirty in the evening. It's time for us {#blank#}1{#/blank#} dinner. There is lots of {#blank#}2{#/blank#} on the table. My father likes all {#blank#}3{#/blank#} of vegetables and rice. My mother likes fish and noodles. My sister Ann's {#blank#}4{#/blank#} are chicken and bread. I like beef, mutton and {#blank#}5{#/blank#}. After dinner my sister and I {#blank#}6{#/blank#} some fruit. And my parents usually drink {#blank#}7{#/blank#}.They like orange juice very much. Then my mother likes taking a {#blank#}8{#/blank#} with our dog, and my father likes reading {#blank#}9{#/blank#}.Sometimes he watches TV. My sister and I usually do {#blank#}10{#/blank#} homework.

    It was the night before my writing task was due. As I looked at the list of {#blank#}1{#/blank#}, “The Art of Eating Spaghetti”{#blank#}2{#/blank#}caught my eyes. The word “spaghetti” brought back the memory of an evening spent at my uncle Allen's house in Belleville. Before all of us were seated around the table, aunt Pat {#blank#}3{#/blank#}spaghetti for supper. Spaghetti was an exotic(外来的) treat in those days. I had never eaten spaghetti before, and {#blank#}4{#/blank#}of the grown-ups had enough experience to be good at eating it. What{#blank#}5{#/blank#}arguments we had about the polite way for moving spaghetti from plate to mouth! I thought about writing about this for my writing task, {#blank#}6{#/blank#}I wanted to write about it just for my own enjoyment – not for Mr. Fleagle, my writing teacher. For him, I would write something else. When I finished writing that evening, the night was half gone and there was no time left to write another paper for Mr. Fleagle. I ended up {#blank#}7{#/blank#}him my spaghetti paper the next morning. Two days later, Mr. Fleagle read my writing in front of the whole class. The whole class was laughing {#blank#}8{#/blank#}fun. At that moment, I felt so happy, for my words had the power to make people {#blank#}9{#/blank#}It's so simple to share{#blank#}10{#/blank#}.