When I was 8 years old, a gentleman came to my orphanage（孤儿院）and taught us how to do woodworking projects.
I remember my first project—a small table. I was so 41 of it that I looked upon it as if I had created a(an) 42 . It was absolutely beautiful and it had taken me six weeks to 43 it. I could hardly wait to give it to Mother Winters as a 44 . She was the head mistress of our orphanage, who was always 45 with us.
As the tables were not dry from the clear coating, the man told us to wait a few days before taking them to our dormitories. But I was just so 46 and happy that I couldn’t wait. I _ 47 out like a flash, carrying my table and smiling from ear to ear.
