I was now five, and still showed no much interest in things but with my toes (脚趾). My father took care of me. I couldn't look after 1, so I used to lie on my back all the time in the kitchen. I felt 2 because I was imprisoned (监禁) in a world of my own, not able to communicate with 3.
Then, 4 it happened on the afternoon of a cold December day. All the family were gathered round the big kitchen fire. Mona and Paddy were drawing funny animals, using bright piece of yellow chalk. It was the chalk that 5 me so much because I had never seen anything like it before.
Suddenly, I wanted to do 6 my sister was doing. Then without thinking or knowing exactly what I was doing. I 7 out with my left foot and took the chalk out of my sister's hand. It was a puzzle to many people as well as to me. I held the 8 tightly between my toes and made a wild scribble (乱涂) with it on the board. Next moment I stopped not knowing what to do with the chalk next, 9 knowing how it got there. Then I looked up and realized that everyone was looking at me 10. My mother came in. Her eyes looked from my face down to my 11, then she took another piece of chalk from Mona and drew the single letter "A" on the floor in front of me. "Copy that, Christy." she said, I tried to do the same action, but I 12. "Try again, Christy." she whispered in my ear. I tried another two more times, I drew one side of the letter, then the other. It looked ugly, 13 I managed to make it finally. I had done it! True! I couldn't speak with my mouth, but now I would speak through something more lasting 14 spoken words. That one letter was my 15 to a new world, my key to metal (精神的) freedom.
