佚名/Anonymous
Asalittleboy, therewasnothingIlikedbetterthanSundayafternoonsatmygrandfather', ，“Nottobetouched！”
, I'；somestonesweremissing, , myyearningtoscrambleacrossthosewallsgrewsostrongthatfinally, onespringafternoon, Isummonedallmycourageandenteredthelivingroom, wheretheadultshadgatheredafterSundaydinner.
“I, uh, Iwanttoclimbthestonewalls，”.“CanIclimbthestonewalls?”Instantlyachoruswentupfromthewomenintheroom.“Heavens, no！”theycriedindismay，“You'llhurtyourself！”Iwasn'ttoodisappointed；theresponsewasjustasI', Iwasstoppedbymygrandfather'sboomingvoice.“Nowholdonjustaminute，”Iheardhimsay，“.”
“Scoot，”hesaidtomewithawink，“andcomeandseemewhenyougetback.”ForthenexttwoandahalfhoursIclimbedthoseold, .I'llneverforgetwhathesaid.“Fred，”hesaid, grinning，“, there'sonlyonepersoninthiswholeworldlikeyou, andIlikeyouexactlyasyouare.”
Manyyearshavepassedsincethen, andtodayIhostthetelevisionprogramMisterRogers'Neighborhood, , butonethingremainsthesame：mymessagetochildrenattheendofalmosteveryvisit.“There'sonlyonepersoninthiswholeworldlikeyou，”thekidscancountonhearingmesay，“andpeoplecanlikeyouexactlyasyouare.”
小时候，我最喜欢在爷爷的农场里度过每一个星期天的下午，爷爷家在宾夕法尼亚州的西部。农场四周都围上了石墙，绵延数十里。房子和谷仓给我这个来自城市的男孩带来了无尽的乐趣。我早习惯了城里整洁如一的客厅，似乎在肃然警告：“不许乱碰！”
记得我八岁那年，第一次去农场，就非常希望能爬农场周边的石墙。但我知道，父母是绝对不会同意的。这些墙年深日久，有些石头都不见了，还有些已经松动或崩塌。但是，我渴望爬这些墙的欲望如此强烈，终于在一个春天的下午，我鼓足勇气，走进客厅，大人们午餐后都会聚集在这里。
