MyFather’sSon|当我父亲的儿子Ioftenwonderhowmyfathereverhadasonlikeme.Imeanhe’ssospecialandsogoodateverythinghedoes.Inhighschoolhewascaptainofthefootballteam,classpresident,andeditoroftheschoolnewspaper.Well,totellyouthetruth,Idohavealittletalentthatnobodyknowsabout.Iwritepoemsandstoriesandkeeptheminarednotebookinmybottomdeskdrawer.NowadaysIdreamaboutbeingafamouswriter,butIusedtodreamaboutdoingsomethingspectacular3toimpressmyfatherandmakehimproudofme—somethinglikerescuing4achildfromaburningbuildingorchasing5arobberawayfromanoldlady.Iwasdaydreaming6inschoolonemorning(whichIdooften).Iwasdaydreamingaboutbeingsomekindofhero,likediscoveringaninstantcure7forcancerorashotformentalillness,whenIheardmyEnglishteacherannounceaFather’sDay8essaycontestforthewholeschool.“IhopewehaveawinnerrighthereinmyEnglishclass,”shesaid.“ThePTA9hasdonated10threecashprizes—onehundreddollarsforfirstprize,fiftydollarsforsecond,andtwenty-fivedollarsforthirdprize.”AfterschoolIwalkedhome,thinkingabouttheessayIwouldwrite.Myfatherisanastronaut,Iwouldstartout.No,IdecidedIwouldn’tdothat.Thewholecountryandmaybeeventhewholeworldsawmyfatherasanastronaut,butthatwasn’tthewayIsawhim.WhenIgothome,Ikissedmymomquickly.ThenIwentupstairstomyroomandsatdownwithapenandapadofpaper.IstartedtothinkaboutwhatIwouldwrite.HowdidIseemyfather?Hmm.IsawhimsittingwithmeinthedarkwhenIwasalittlekidandhadanightmare.Isawhimteachingmehowtouseabatandhowtothrowabaseball.IrememberedhowhehuggedmeforhourswhenmydogSpottywashitandkilledbyacar.AndIrememberhowhesurprisedmewithanewpuppyatmyeighthbirthdayparty.WhenIstartedtocry,hetoldallthekidsthatIhadabadallergy14.“David’sallergybothershimalotthistimeofyear,”Dadsaid.AndIrememberedhowhesatandtriedtoexplaindeathtomewhenGrandpaBobdied.ThesewerethethingsIwasgoingtowriteaboutmydad.Tome,hewasn’tjustaworld-famousastronaut.Hewasmydad.Iwroteaboutallthesememoriesandputtheminmyessay.Ihandeditinthenextdayandwassurprisedtofindoutthatthewinningessayswouldbereadintheauditorium15onThursdaynight.Alltheparentsandstudentswereinvited.MyparentsandIwenttoschoolThursdaynight.Oneofourneighborssaid,“Ibetyou’llwinthecontest,David.Ibetyouwrotewhatit’sliketobethesonofanastronaut,andyou’retheonlyoneintownwhocouldwriteaboutthat.”Mydadlookedatme,andIshrugged16.Ihadn’tshownhimtheessay,andnowIalmosthopedIwouldn’twin.Ididn’twanttowinjustbecausemyfatherwasanastronaut.Whenthirdprizewasannouncedanditwasn’tme,Iwasrelieved17anddisappointedatthesametime.EllenGordonwonthirdprize,andshereadheressay.Ellenisadopted18,andshewroteabouther“betterthanreal”father.Whenshegottotheend,Iheardpeopleintheaudiencesniffing19andblowingtheirnoses20.Mymothersniffed,andmyfatherclearedhisthroat21.Thesecond-prizewinnerwasannouncednext.Itwasme.Iwentuptothestage,mykneesshaking.Ireadmyessayandwonderedifmyvoicewasshaking,too.Itwasscary22standingupinfrontofallthosepeople.Icalledmyessay“MyFather’sSon”.IwatchedmyparentsasIread.WhenIfinishedreading,theaudienceapplauded.Isawmyfatherblowinghisnose.Tearswererunningdownmymother’sface.Iwentbacktomyseat.“Iseeyouhaveanallergy,too,Dad,”Itriedtojoke.Dadnodded,clearedhisthroat,andputhishandonmyshoulder.“Son,thisistheproudestmomentofmylife,”hesaid.Itwastheproudestmomentofmylife,too.MaybeI’llneverbeagreatheroorwinaNobelPrize23,butjustthen,itwasenoughjusttobemyfather’sson.当宇航员的儿子并非一件易事。我是说,大家都希望你很特别或是很完美,而我不过是个普通的11岁少年。我是个平凡的学生,在篮球、橄榄球、足球和棒球等球类运动方面也表现平平。我时常感到疑惑,我父亲怎么会有我这么一个儿子。我是说,他那么与众不同,凡事都表现得异常优秀。上高中时,他还是橄榄球队队长、班长和校报编辑。不过实话告诉你吧,我确实也有一点不为人知的才能。我会写诗歌和小说,并把它们保存在我的书桌最下层抽屉的一个红皮笔记本里。如今,我梦想成为著名的作家。但过去,我老想做点什么惊人之举——比如说从失火的楼房里救出一个小孩,或是把抢劫犯从一位老太太身边赶开——以此来打动我的父亲,让他为我感到骄傲。有一天早上,我正在学校里做白日梦(我经常白日做梦)。我梦想自己能成为某种英雄,比如发明一种治癌的速效药或医治精神病的针剂。我正在异想天开,突然听到英语老师宣布将要举行全校父亲节征文比赛的消息。她说:“我希望我们班有获奖者。家长教师协会捐赠了奖金--头等奖100美元,二等奖50美元,三等奖25美元。”放学后我步行回家,一路上想着我要写的文章。我打算这样开头:父亲是个宇航员。不,我决定还是不要这样写。全国或许全世界都知道我父亲是宇航员,但我心目中的父亲并非如此。到家后,我飞快地亲了妈妈一下。之后我上楼来到自己的房间,拿了钢笔和拍纸簿坐下来。我开始构思我的文章。我心目中的父亲是怎样的呢?唔。我小时候从噩梦中惊醒,看到他黑暗中坐在我身边。我看到他教我如何使用球棒和如何投掷棒球。我记得当我的爱犬斯波蒂在车祸中丧生时,他如何将我抱了几个小时。我记得,在我8岁生日派对上,他新买了一只小狗送我,这让我惊喜不已。我激动得哭了,他便告诉所有的孩子说我患有严重的过敏症。他说:“大卫每年这个时候常常犯病。”我还记得鲍勃爷爷去世时,他坐下来,试图跟我解释死亡的含义。我要把父亲的这些事情都写下来。对我来说,他不仅仅是一位闻名全球的宇航员,他还是我父亲。我写下了所有这些回忆,把它们用在我的文章里。第二天我把作文交了上去,并意外地得知,获奖作文将于星期四晚上在学校礼堂当众朗读,所有的家长和学生都应邀到场。我的父母和我一道在星期四晚上去了学校。一位邻居对我说:“我断言你会获奖,大卫。我敢说你写出了一个宇航员儿子的真切感受,而且你是城里惟一能写此类文章的人。”父亲看了看我,我耸了耸肩。我没给他看我写的那篇文章,此刻我希望自己不要获奖。我不想获奖,只因为我父亲是个宇航员。三等奖宣布了,不是我,我松了一口气,同时又有点失望。埃伦·戈登得了三等奖,她朗读了她的作文。埃伦是个养女,她写的是”比生父还亲的”父亲。当她读到文章的结尾时,我听到观众中有人感动得抽鼻子、擤鼻涕。我母亲也抽起了鼻子,父亲则清了清嗓。.接着宣布二等奖得主。获奖者竟是我!我走上台去,膝盖在颤抖。我朗读自己的作文,不知道自己的声音是否也在发抖。站在大庭广众之下,真叫人恐慌!我的作文题目是“当我父亲的儿子”。我一边读,一边看我的父母。我读完了,观众立刻鼓起掌来。我看到父亲在擤鼻子,母亲则泪流满面。我回到自己的座位上。“我发现你也有过敏症,爸爸。”我试图开个玩笑。父亲点了点头,清了清嗓子,把手搭在我的肩上,对我说:“儿子,这是我一生中最骄傲的时刻!”这也是我一生中最骄傲的时刻!也许我这一辈子都做不了大英雄,也得不了诺贝尔奖。但就在那一刻,我感到能当父亲的儿子就已经是莫大的幸福!=========================