When I was a boy, my parents owned a small grocery store. As I 1 those days, many people come to mind. One such person was Nick.
I still remember the first time I saw him—or perhaps "experienced" him is a more 2 term. The moment he entered the store I could feel a rush of 3 fill the place. Singing at the top of his lungs, Nick made quite a(n) 4 .
Nick had great enthusiasm for life. I really admired him for his ability to be completely himself and at 5 with everyone he met and in every situation. For me his 6 wasn't really what he did or how he did it, but rather that he was absolutely comfortable simply being himself — a true free spirit. The memory of Nick 7 me of the encouraging phrase, "Dance like no one is 8 . "
Countless times I've resisted expressing myself simply because I didn't want to 9 looking silly or foolish. I often 10 my true self behind a wall of insecurity, but respect those who 11 this inhibition (压抑). No 12 this is why I remember Nick so fondly, for he was who he was, and didn't for a second 13 any of it back. Whether you loved him or hated him, Nick most certainly danced to his own 14 and never apologized for it.
Perhaps someday I, too, will have the courage and confidence to 15 the steps to that dance.
