| 摘 要： | When I was nine years old there was nothing Iloved more than being chased by grownups.Nothing equaled the excitement ofit.During the long summer holidays fromschool I went out the front door of our semi-detachedtwo storey house,hoping to see some of my mates onthe road outside:What did I see only our next doorneighbour Mr Hickey high up on his ladder paintingthe frame of his bedroom window.Here,I thought,was a good chance of a chase because Mr Higgins’shot temper was known everywhere in the neigh—bourhood.Over the garden wall I climbed and stood
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