As a child, there was nothing I liked better than Sunday afternoons at my grandfather’s farm.__by miles of winding stone walls, the house provided endless hours offor a city kid. I can still remember one afternoon I was eight years old. I’d wanted more than anything to beto climb the walls surrounding the farm. The walls were old；some stones were _, others loose. Still, my yearning（向往）to climb across those walls so strong that finally, one spring afternoon, I took all myand entered the living room, where the _ had gathered after Sunday dinner. “I, I want to climb the stone walls,” I said.a chorus(异口同声) went up from the women in the room.“Heavens, no！” they cried,“You’ll hurt yourself！”I wasn’t too；thewas just as I’d expected. JustI could leave the room, I was stopped by my grandfather’s loud voice.“Now wait a minute.” I heard him say,“Let the boy climb the stone walls. He has to learn to do things .” For the next two hours I climbed those old walls and had the time of my life. Later I told my grandfather about my.I’ll never forget what he said. “Fred,”he said, smiling, “you made this day a (an)day just by being yourself. Always remember, there’s only one person in this whole world like you, and I like youas you are.” Many years have passedthen, and today I’m a host in the television program“Mister Rogers’ Neighborhood”, seen by millions of children. There have beenover the years, but one thing_______ the same：my suggestion left to children at the end of almost every program. “There’s only one person in this whole world like you,” The kids can hear me say, “and people would like you exactly as you are.”