My elder brother,Steve,in the1 of my father who died when I was six,gave me important lessons in 2 that helped me grow into an adult.For example,Steve taught me to face the3 of my behaviour.Once when I returned in 4 from a Saturday baseball game,it was Steve who 5 the time to ask me what happened.When I6 that my baseball had flown through Mrs Holt's basement window,7 the glass with a crash,Steve encouraged me to apologise to her.After all,I should not have played in the path between buildings.8 my knees knocked as I explained to Mrs Holt,I 9 to pay for the window if she would return my ball.
I also learned from Steve that 10 property is a sacred thing.After I found a silver pen in my fifth﹣grade classroom,I wanted to keep it,but Steve explained that it might be important to someone else in spite of the fact that it had little value.He reminded me of 11 I'd hate to lose the small dog my father gave me to someone else.I returned the pen to my teacher,Mrs David.
Yet of all the 12 Steve gave me,his respect for life was the most vivid in my mind.When I was twelve,I killed an old brown sparrow in the park with a BB gun. 13 with my accuracy,I screamed to Steve to come from the house to have a look.I shall never forget the way he stood for a long moment and stared at the bird."Did it 14 you first,Mark?" he asked.I didn't know what to answer.I really felt terrible then,but that moment 15 out as the most important lesson my brother taught me.
As a sixth grader, I began noticing how other kids were separating into groups. I wasn't sure where I belonged. I found it hard to fit in.
Our teacher had assigned "secret friends” for the coming week. She wrote each kid's name on a piece of paper and threw them into a glass; then we each closed our eyes and drew the name of a classmate who we were to secretly befriend and support over the next five school days. By the middle of the week, everyone, including me, had turned this assignment into a contest to see whose secret friend could leave the best gift. We left cards, pens and even money. It seemed that everyone was getting cool presents from their friend except me.
On the last morning of our assignment, I walked into my classroom and noticed there was a package. I opened the wrapping paper and inside was a box of powder(胭脂粉).The girls sitting near me laughed the gift I had received. To make matters worse, the powder had already been opened.
I tried to forget about the embarrassing gift, but when I was in the bathroom during the break, the girls who had seen me open the powder started speaking ill of my secret friend of giving it to me. I quickly joined in "How terrible," I heard myself saying "What could my friend be thinking by giving me such a stupid gift? My grandmother wouldn't even want it." The girls laughed at my remarks and rushed out of the bathroom. I stayed to wash my hands and let the water run through my fingers as I thought about what I had just said. It wasn't normal like me to say mean things like that about someone.
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Then I saw my classmate Janet come out of a bathroom booth(厕所隔间),tears streaming down her face.
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Along with my apologies, I explained the reason.