When I was a boy, every holiday that I had seemed wonderful．My 1 took me by train or by car to a hotel by the 2 ．All day, I 3 on the sands with strange 4 children．We made houses and gardens, and 5 the tide(潮水)destroy them．When the tide went out, we 6 over the rocks and looked down at the fish in the rock-pools．
In those days the 7 seemed to shine always brightly 8 the water was always warm．Sometimes our family 9 the beach and walked in the country, exploring(探索)ruined houses and dark woods and climbing trees．There were 10 in one's pockets or good places where one could 11 ice creams．Each day seemed a lifetime．
Although I am now thirty-five years old, my idea of a good 12 is much the same as it was．I 13 like the sun and warm sand and the sound of 14 beating the rocks．I no longer wish to 15 any sand house or sand garden, and I dislike sweets, either． 16 , I love the sea and often feel sand running through my fingers．
Sometimes I 17 what my ideal(理想的)holiday will be like when I am 18 ．All I want to do then, perhaps, will be to lie in bed, reading books about 19 who make houses and gardens with sands, who watch the incoming tide, who make themselves 20 on too many ices．
In my third year as a high school athletics coach, I gave a speech telling students and parents about the benefits of football．I gave the same 1 each year, aimin g at recruiting(招收)new team members．I talked about 2 football wasn't just for 3 athletes and how everyone could 4 from it．This year, a 5 looking couple approached me after my speech．They said their son really wanted to play football．They had tried to 6 him out of it, but he had his heart 7 on joining the team．
When they told me his name, my heart sank．Michael was five feet and ten inches tall and weighed about 108 pounds．He was a 8 boy, the constant target of other kids' jokes, and as far as I knew he had never 9 sports．I knew he would never 10 it through football practice, let 11 as a player．But we told them we could give it a try．
On the opening day of practice, Michael was the first player on the field, we did 30 minutes of warming-up 12 starting a one-mile jog around the track．I 13 my eye on Michael．At 50 yards he fell, and I helped him to his feet．“Michael,”I said,“Why don't you just 14 the mile?”He said in tears that he wanted to run with the others, so I let him go on． 15 he fell, but each time 16 himself up．
The same thing happened every day for weeks, and Michael gained strength both 17 and physically．By the last week of practice, Michael could run the mile without falling, we had 18 only one game that season, 19 the team cheered louder for Michael's run than the victory they had, Afterward, Michael approached me, and I told him how 20 I was of him．
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