I can't remember if I was 9 or 10 years old, but I do remember that it was the last day of 4-H camp. I was looking in the mirror and checking my face for bruises (瘀伤), The day before, for some silly reason, I had gotten into a fistfight with another boy. It didn't take long for the bigger boys to pull us apart and call it a tie, but in truth, I had lost. My head was still painful from a couple of hard hits the other boy had succeeded in giving me. We hadn't talked since the fight either but only stared coldly at each other from across the room.
Still, I was in a good mood this morning because I knew my mom was bringing some of her homemade pizzas as a treat for my brother, me and our friends. Soon I saw her walking up the sidewalk toward the steps of our cabin (小屋). She had been bringing these pizzas to us every 4-H camp for years now. I saw her smile as my brother and his friends all grabbed (抓住)the big cut pieces. She made sure, though, to save the last two pieces for me. I thanked her with a smile and started to eat when I saw my fistfight "enemy" standing off to the side by himself.
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At that moment, something moved me.
