Mother managed to buy me some more paint and brushes, along with one or two drawing books and a pencil.This, of course, broadened my range of expression and 1 me to have a greater 2 of subjects.After the first few weeks of uncertainty and awkwardness, I 3 contentedly with my new pastime(消遣).I 4 every day upstairs in the back bedroom, completely 5 I was 6 .I didn’t know it then, but I had found a way to be happy again and 7 some of the things that had made me unhappy. 8 I learnt to forget myself.I didn’t miss 9 with my brothers now, for I had something to keep my mind 10 , something to make each day a thing to 11 .I would sit on the floor for hours, holding 12 between my toes, my right leg curled up(蜷缩的)under my left, my arms held tightly at my sides, hands clenched(紧握).All my paint and brushes were 13 me, and I 14 get mother or father to pin(钉住)the drawing paper to the floor with tacks(大头钉)to keep it 15 .It looked like a very awkward position, with my head almost 16 my knees and my back as crooked as a corkscrew(瓶塞钻),but I painted all my best pictures 17 , with the wooden floor as my only easel(画架).Slowly I began to recover from my 18 depression(消沉).I had a feeling of pure joy while I painted, 19 I had never experienced before and 20 seemed almost to lift me above myself.