费城的7月是炎热的。时隔57年后,我仍然能够感到当年那股灼人的热浪。57年前7月的一天,我和5个小伙伴玩儿腻了弹子游戏后,合计着玩儿些新的花样。“嘿!”内德说,“我们好久没有爬山了。”“对,爬山去!”一个伙伴喊道。我犹豫不决。那年我只有八岁,我渴望像伙伴们那样去表现自己的勇敢和朝气。但是,我八年中的大半时间都是在疾病中度过的,而且妈妈不准我玩儿危险游戏的警告,时时禁锢着我的行动。“走啊,”我的好朋友杰里催促我,“别当胆小鬼。” July in Philadelphia is hot. After 57 years, I still feel that year’s scorching heat wave. One day in 57 years ago in July, after playing pinball with five little friends, I played some new tricks together. “Hey! ” Ned said, “We have not climbed the mountain for a long time. ” “Right, go hiking! ” Shouted one partner. I hesitate. That year I was only eight years old and I long to be as brave and energetic as my companions. However, most of my eight years spent in illness, and my mother is not allowed to play my warnings of dangerous games, always imprison with my actions. “Go, ” My good friend Jerry urged me, “Do not be coward. ”