Kevin andhis friend Mike loved to play soccer and they often met at the old bench afterschool. They couldn't1a real soccer ball, but Mike had made aball out of old socks and plastic tape. It was not beautiful, but it workedwell. Mike was not a good player, yet the two friends kicked and ran until thesun turned the sky pale2.
Oneafternoon, the home-made ball was spinning across the grass when it was3stoppedby someone. It was Steven, a strong soccer player.
"Lookat you two with your4ball and old trainers," Stevenlaughed and said.
The nextday was Kevin's birthday, and his uncle bought him a pair of new trainers and anew soccer ball.
Thatafternoon, Steven5Kevin to play soccer. Kevin did notwant Mike to go with them. Mike's trainers were old and he had little6forsoccer. When the game was over, Kevin walked past the old bench where Mike wassitting. He walked on and did not look7.
Oneafternoon as Kevin walked past the old bench, he saw something8underit. He looked closer and found that it was the home—made ball. Kevin felt sad. As hissadness turned to9, he kicked his new soccer ball intothe air. Up it flew, higher and higher, until it was a small dot (点) in the sky. Kevin walked to the bench and picked up the home-madeball.
Holding itin his hands, he sat down on the old bench and10.
