I was four, playing outside in the humid Kentucky air.
我当时4岁，在户外玩，周围是肯塔基潮湿的空气。
I saw my grandfather’s truck and thought, Granddad shouldn’t have to drive such an ugly truck.
看见爷爷的卡车，想着爷爷不应该开这么难看的卡车。
Then I spied a gallon of paint.
于是我偷偷搞来一加仑的油漆。
Idea! I got a brush and painted white polka dots all over the truck.
我有了个好主意！我用刷子在卡车上画满了白色波点。
I was on the roof finishing the job when he walked up, looking as if he were in a trance.
爷爷走出来的时候，我正好在屋顶上进行收尾工作，我想看看他对“新卡车”是否有所察觉。

“Angela, that’s the prettiest truck I’ve ever seen!”
“安吉拉，这是我见过的最漂亮的卡车！”
Sometimes I think adults don’t stop to see things through a child’s eyes.
有时候我想，大人们不会停下脚步去从一个孩子的视角看世界。

He could have crushed me. Instead, he lifted my little soul.
（但是爷爷却不同）他没有打击我，而是让小小的我欢欣鼓舞。


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