It used to be our custom to take handmade baskets to friends on May Day. We would 1 baskets on a doorstep, knock on the door, and then run away as fast as our legs could 2 us. It was delightful to peer
(窥视) around a bush and watch our friends open their 3 and pick up the colorful gift, 4 who had left
it out for them.
I clearly 5 the May Day of the year when I turned ten. That year I was faced with a (an) 6 involving
one of my dearest friends, Pam. We had studied and 7 together nearly every day, but things 8 after a
new family had moved into our small town. Pam was spending more and more time at their house and I felt
9 and left out.
When my mother asked me 10 I was going to take a May Day basket to Pam"s house, I responded 11 ,
"Absolutely not! I hate Pam." I began to cry.
Mom wiped away my 12 and told me that things and people change. She explained that one of the
greatest things friends can do is to give each other a 13 to grow, to change and to develop, and that it"s 14
for one"s friends to spend time with other people.
I 15 decided to give Pam a basket as a sign of forgiveness, and asked my sister to help me do it. As we
watched from our 16 place, Pam picked up the basket and said loudly enough for us to hear, "Thank you,
Susie, I hoped you wouldn"t 17 me!"
That day, I made a 18 that changed my life: I decided to hold my friends tightly in my heart, but 19 in
my expectations of them, allowing them 20 to grow and to change-with or without me.
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