Greg sat on the driveway of his home and rolled his papers for delivery on Monday afternoon. The shouts of his friends playing soccer in the schoolyard across the street caught his attention. He watched his neighbor, John, kick the ball into the goal and shouts of excitement came from his teammates.
Greg sighed and eagerly looked at the group. He would love to be able to play soccer too. But he had to deliver newspapers every afternoon. He didn’t have enough time to play soccer.
He thought about his paper route. It had been necessary after his father suddenly lost his job. Greg saw his parents struggling to meet their bills. His mother had to go to work while his father looked for another job. Greg knew there must be some small way he could help. His friend Mark had a paper route, and Greg decided that he could get a paper route to help his parents too.
One day, immediately he finished delivering papers to his subscribers (订户), he cycled home. He met John with his soccer ball in the Anderson’s driveway.
“Hi, Greg. We sure miss you on our team. Wish it were the good old days when you were our goalie (守门员),” said John. Greg shook his head and replied, “I just can’t do that now.”
On Tuesday, Greg stopped at the soccer field before he began his paper deliveries. John and his other friends were just beginning a game. John called out to him, “Hey, Greg. Come play a quick game with us.”
Just as Greg started to say no, the soccer ball went out of play and rolled to a stop by his feet. He picked it up and tossed (抛) it back to Tim who was playing goalie. Tim caught it and stepped aside. “I have to go home, Greg,” he said. “The goal is all yours.”
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Greg took the ball from Tim and stood in front of the goal.
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When Greg got home, he found the bag on his bike empty, and his mother’s car was gone.
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My family immigrated to Canada when I was about one year old. In those early years, we did not have much money. Our home was a simple rented apartment, which was rather poorly furnished. There certainly was not enough money for expensive outings. As a result, our weekends were filled with simple pleasures that we could do for free, like picnics, bike rides, and my favorite—trips to the library.
Thanks to the library’s children’s section, I fell in love with stories—silly ones, moving ones, and even educational ones. I would have my parents read the books that we borrowed over and over again until we needed to return them, or I would page through them myself, imagining the stories in my head, even though I was too young to read the words.
When I was about five years old and finally started to read on my own, I had a curious thought: I knew we could get books from the library or buy them in store s if we had the money, but where did books come from?
I asked my mother this question, to which she replied that the stories I loved were created in the imaginations of people called “writers” These people then wrote them down so they could be s hared with others.
Four decades later, I still remember that moment. It was as though I had been struck by lightning. Then and there, I knew my purpose in this world. I would be one of those writers. I would create stories and share them with the world.
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As a young child, I began writing by making up stories about animals or my toys.
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After a few years of constant writing practice, my hard work eventually paid off.
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