上世纪50年代中期,我当时还是个孩子,我爸爸在多伦多市中心的士巴丹拿大街与皇后街交汇处一间家具店里工作。有时候我跟着他到店里去,跑到餐馆去帮大家买咖啡,还能挣一点零花钱。剩下的时间我会在家具店附近到处转悠,基本上无所事事,对我周围各种熙来攘往的人和事也没怎么在意。有一天,在爸爸和我驱车前往家具店的途中,透过乘客座车窗,我看见一个站在街角的老人。汽车拐过街角时,不知道怎 In the mid-1950s, I was still a child, and my dad worked in a furniture shop at the intersection of Streets and Queens Streets in downtown Toronto. Sometimes I followed him to the store, ran to the restaurant to help you buy coffee, but also make a little pocket money. The rest of the time I will be wandering around in the furniture shop, basically doing nothing, no matter how bustling people and things around me. One day, while my dad and I drove to the furniture store, I saw an old man standing on the corner through the passenger window. When the car turned corner, do not know how