It was 1980, and I was in third grade. In the classroom the teacher, Ms Brown was 1 aloud to us from Island of the Blue Dolphins. And we had just come to a part of the book where the main 2 was training a wild dog. I was listening, caught up in the wonder of all.
Not far away from me, there seated a boy who always frightened or 3 others, so I was 4 of this boy. While Ms Brown was reading, I looked over at him, for he was someone I was in the 5 of keeping an eye on. I 6 that he was listening too, that he was attracted by the 7 , that he was leaning forward in his seat and listening with all his heart. I 8 at him, open-mouthed. I was struck with a sudden knowledge that this boy was in fact just 9 me. He was a kid who liked a story. The boy must 10 my eyes on him, because he turned. Then something amazing happened. He smiled at me. 11 , I smiled back, unafraid. We were two 12 smiling at each other.
Why have I never forgotten this small moment? Why do I still 13 every detail(细节) of it? I think it's because that moment shows so beautifully the 14 of reading out loud.
It shows us into a safe room, where everyone involved, the reader and the listener, can have that chance to 15 each other. We humans long not just for the story, not just for the flow of language, but for the connection that comes when words are read aloud.
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