Tick, tock, tick, tock．I'm sitting here, watching the movements of my existence pass slowly away．My house has been 1 for such a long time, and I'm lonely and forgotten．Sitting here, by myself, all that I can do is to 2 and think about my past．I could tell you stories that only 3 would know．But walls can't speak．
I came to this place many years ago, along with an old man． 4 , he was with me for only three short years before he passed on…
For a time, I was left alone, while people came and 5 the house．Then, one day a nice couple moved in with a young son． 6 , their son Danny liked to stay with me, and I was completely 7 of him．He always looked as if he loved the stories I told, most of which began with“Back in my day…”and“When I was 8 …”I sometimes had the kind of idea that he didn't really understand what I was saying, but it felt good to be 9 ．When Danny went off to college, my heart broke．Soon afterward, 10 sold the house, including me…
New owners came and 11 ．Then, one day it so happened that I was in when a new family was moving into the house．You can't even imagine my 12 when, unexpectedly, Danny walked through the front door．He had a 13 and kids now．I was so overjoyed when I saw him that I put all my 14 into my daily activities…I spent the next twenty years watching his kids grow up, with a mixture of pride and 15 about what would happen next．
The kids finally became 16 and Danny sold the house．That was about five years ago…Some of the local kids have started the rumor(谣言)that the house is haunted(闹鬼的)…and, in a way, it is．It is haunted(萦绕)by 17 of all the people who have lived in it．Every second has 18 me so much．I have been 19 them and I hope that someday somebody will 20 me, and drop in on me again．Maybe then I'll get a new home and an opportunity for a whole new set of memories．
Tick, tock, tick, tock．I'm sitting here, watching the movements of my existence pass slowly away．My house has been 1 for such a long time，and I'm lonely and forgotten．Sitting here, by myself, all that I can do is 2 and think about my past．I could tell you stories that only 3 would know．But walls can't speak．
I came to this place many years ago，along with an old man…． 4 , he was with me for on1y three short years before he passed on…．
For a time, I was left alone, while people came and 5 the house…．Then, one day a nice couple moved in with a young son． 6 , their son Danny liked to stay with me, and I was completely 7 with him．He always looked as if he loved the stories I told, most of which began with．”Back in my day…”and“When I was 8 …．”I sometimes had the kind of idea that he didn't really understand what I was saying, but it felt good to be 9 ．When Danny went off to college，my heart broke．Soon afterward, 10 sold the house…．
New owners came and 11 ．Then, One day it so happened that I was in when a new family was moving into the house．You can't even imagine my 12 when, unexpectedly, Danny walked through the front door．He had a 13 and kids now．I was so overjoyed when I saw him that I put all my 14 into my daily activities…I spent the next twenty years watching his kids grow up, with a mixture of pride and 15 about what would happen next．
The kids finally became 16 and Danny sold the house．That was about five years ago…．Some of the local kids have started the rumor that the house is haunted(闹鬼的)－and, in a way, it is．It is haunted by 17 of all the people who have lived in it．Every second has 18 me so much．I have been 19 them all day and they are almost up for me…．I hope that someday somebody will 20 me, and drop in on me again．Maybe then I'll get a new home and an opportunity for a whole new set of memories．
Tick, tock, tick, tock．I’m sitting here, watching the movements of my existence pass slowly away．My house has been 1 for such a long time, and I’m lonely and forgotten．Sitting here, by myself, all that I can do is 2 and think about my past．I could tell you stories that only walls would know．But walls can’t speak．
For a time, I was left alone, while people came and 3 the house…．Then, one day a nice couple moved in with a young son．From the beginning, their son Danny liked to stay with me, and I was completely 4 with him．He always looked as if he loved the stories I told, most of which began with．“Back in my day…” and “When I was 5 ．…”I sometimes had the kind of idea that he didn’t really understand what I was saying, but it felt good to be 6 ．When Danny went off to college, my heart broke．Soon afterward, 7 sold the house．…
New owners came and 8 ．Then, one day it so happened that I was in when a new family was moving into the house．You can’t even imagine my 9 when, unexpectedly, Danny walked through the front door．He had a 10 and kids now．I was so overjoyed when I saw him that I put all my energy into my daily activities…I spent the next twenty years watching his kids grow up, with a mixture of pride and 11 about what would happen next．
The kids finally became 12 and Danny sold the house．That was about five years ago…．Some of the local kids have started the rumor that the house is haunted(闹鬼的)－and, in 13 way, it is．It is haunted by memories of all the people who have lived in it．Every second has 14 me so much．I have been counting them down and they are almost up for me…I hope that someday somebody will 15 me, and drop in on me again．Maybe then I’ll get a new home and an opportunity for a whole new set of memories．
When I was 16 years old, I made my first visit to Disneyland in America．It wasn’t the first time I had been 1 ．Like most English children I learned French 2 school and I had often been to France, so I 3 speaking a foreign language to people who didn’t understand 4 ．But 5 I went to America, I was really looking forward to 6 a nice easy holiday without any 7 problems． 8 wrong I was!The misunderstanding began 9 the airport．I was looking for a 10 telephone to give my friend Danny a 11 and tell her that I had arrived．A 12 old man saw me looking lost and asked 13 he could help me．
“Yes, ”I said, “I want to give my friend a ring．”“Well, that’s nice, ”he said, “Are you getting 14 ?But aren’t you a bit young?” “ 15 is talking about marriage?” I replied．“I just want to give my friend a ring to tell her I’ve arrived．Can you tell me 16 there’s a phone box?” “Oh!” he said, “there’s a phone downstairs．”
When at last we did meet up, Danny explained the misunderstanding to me．“Don’t worry, ”she said to me, “I had so many 17 at first．There are lots of words which the Americans 18 differently in meaning from us British．You’ll soon get used to 19 funny things they say．Most of the 20 , British and American people understand each other!”
