When I was five years old,my family lived in an old yellow house with a stream out back.On summer days, I used to play with a neighbor(1)Marie,who was two years older and quite a caring person.When the rest of the kids were playing in the yard,she would take my hand and lead me down to the stream,where I could(2)on the bank.One day,I was sitting on the bank,moving my dirty toes in the soft warm mud,when Marie took something out of the pocket.It was a little boat,made of paper.
“Papa made this for me,”she said(3).I stared at it and hoped that I had an equally fine object to show. Unfortunately,I had nothing in my pocket(4)a small plastic truck with only three wheels.
Marie placed her boat in the water and said,“See my boat drifting down the stream.After a while that little stream will turn(5)a bigger stream and it will go a little faster.Then the stream will keep getting bigger until finally it(6)a big river,and the boat will go faster,and then it will be out in the ocean.”Between the two of us,she was always the more(7)one.
I remained silent while I thought how cool that would be and wondered(8)I had something that could do the same.“Have you ever seen the ocean,Willy?”Marie inquired gently.
I looked down at my muddy toes and shook my head,(9)I had a different answer prepared.
“At the ocean,water reaches as far as you can see,and it's deep water,dark blue and green,”Marie explained.“Pretend that boat is a real boat,Willy.You and I could get in that boat and(10)all the way to the ocean.”She gazed out at the stream.
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