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　　As a child, there was nothing I liked better than Sunday afternoons at my grandfather’s farm．　　1　　 by miles of winding stone walls, the house provided 　　2　　 hours of fun for a city kid．

　　I can still remember one 　　3　　 when I was eight years old．I’d wanted 　　4　　 anything to be allowed to climb the walls surrounding the property．The walls were old; some stones were 　　5　　, others loose．Still, my desire to scramble across those walls 　　6　　 so strong that finally, one spring weekend, I took all my 　　7　　 and entered the living room, where the 　　8　　 had gathered after Sunday dinner．

　　“I, I wanna climb the stone walls,”I said hesitantly．　　9　　 a chorus went up from the women in the room．“Heavens, no!”they cried．“You’ll hurt yourself!”I wasn’t too 　　10　　; the response was just as I’d expected．But 　　11　　 I could leave the room, I was 　　12　　 by my grandfather’s loud voice．“Now 　　13　　 just a minute,”I heard him say．“Let the boy climb the stone walls．　　14　　, he has to learn to do things for himself．”

　　For the next two hours I climbed those old walls and had the time of my 　　15　　．Later I told my grandfather about my 　　16　　．I’ll never forget what he said．“Fred,”he said, smiling,“you made this day a(an)　　17　　 day just by being yourself．Always remember, there’s only one person in this whole world like you, and I like you exactly as you are．”

　　Many years have passed since then, and today I 　　18　　 the television program Mister Rogers’ Neighborhood, seen by millions of children．There have been 　　19　　 over the years, but one thing 　　20　　 the same：my suggestion to children at the end of almost every visit．“There’s only one person in this whole world like you,”the kids can hear me say,“and people can like you exactly as you are．”

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　　As a child, there was nothing I liked better than Sunday afternoon at my grandfather's farm．　　1　　 by miles of winding, stone walls, the house provided 　　2　　 hours of fun for a city kid．

　　I can still remember one 　　3　　 when 1 was eight years old．I'd wanted 　　4　　 anything to be allowed to climb the walls surrounding the property．The walls were old; some stones were 　　5　　, others loose．Still, my desire to scramble across those walls 　　6　　 so strong that finally, one spring weekend, I took all my 　　7　　 and entered the living room, where the 　　8　　 had gathered after Sunday dinner．

　　“I, I wanna climb the stone walls．"I said hesitantly．　　9　　a chorus went up from the women in the room．"Heavens．no!"they cried．"You'll hurt yourself"I wasn't too 　　10　　; the response was just as I'd expected．But 　　11　　 I could leave the room．I was 　　12　　 by my grandfather's loud voice．"Now 　　13　　 just a minute．"1 heard him say．"Let the boy climb the stone walls．　　14　　, he has to learn to do things for himself．"

　　For the next two hours I climbed those old walls and had the time of my 　　15　　 Later I told my grandfather about my 　　16　　．I'll never forget what he said．"Fred ,"he said, smiling, "you made this day a (an)　　17　　 day just by being yourself．Always remember, there's only one person in this whole world like you, and I like you exactly as you are．"

　　Many years have passed since then, and today I 　　18　　 the television program Mister Rogers' Neighborhood, seen by millions of children．There have been 　　19　　 over the years, but one thing 　　20　　 the same： my suggestion to children at the end of almost every visit．"There's only one person in this whole world like you," the kids can hear me say, "and people can like you exactly as you are．"

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　　As a youngster, there was nothing I liked better than Sunday afternoons at my grandfather's farm in western Pennsylvania．Surrounded by miles of winding stone walls, the house and field provided endless hours of fun for a city kid like me．I was used to the tidy living rooms that seemed to whisper, “Not to be touched!”

　　I can still remember one afternoon when I was eight years old．Since my first visit to the farm, I had wanted more than anything to be allowed to climb the stone walls surrounding the houses．My parents would never approve．The walls were old; some stones were missing, others loose and falling．Still, my idea to climb across those walls grew so strong that finally, one spring afternoon, I had all my courage to enter the living room, where the adults had gathered after Sunday dinner．

　　“I, uh－I want to climb the stone walls, ”I said．Everyone looked up．“Can I climb the stone walls?” Immediately voices of disagreement went up from the women in the room．“Heavens, no! You'll hurt yourself!” I wasn't too disappointed; the response was just as I'd expected．But before I could leave the room, I was stopped by my grandfather's loud voice．“Now hold on just a minute, ”I heard him say．“Let the boy climb the stone walls．He has to learn to do things for himself．”

　　“Go, ”he said to me, “And come and see me when you get back．” For the next two and a half hours I climbed those old walls－and had the time of my life．Later I met with my grandfather to tell him about my adventures．I'll never forget what he said．“Fred, ”he said, smiling, “You made this day a special day just by being yourself．Always remember, there's only one person in this whole world like you, and I like you exactly as you are．”

　　Many years have passed since then, and today I host the television program Mister Rogers’ Neighborhood, seen by millions of children throughout America．There have been changes over the years, but one thing remains the same：my message to children at the end of almost every visit．“There's only one person in this whole world like you, ”the kids can count on hearing me say, “And people can like you exactly as you are．”

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