When I was a boy, every holiday that I had seemed wonderful. My 36 took me by train or by car to a hotel by the 37 . All day, I seem to remember, I 38 on the sands with strange 39 children. We made houses and gardens, and 40 the tide destroy them. When the tide went out, we 41 over the rocks and looked down at the fish in the rock-pools.
In those days the 42 seemed to shine always brightly 43 the water was always warm. Sometimes we 44 beach and walked in the country, exploring(搜寻) ruined houses and dark woods and climbing trees. There were 45 in one’s pockets or good places where one could 46 ice creams. Each day seemed a life-time.
