想要一个亲情的英语故事

The first memory I have of him — of anything, really — is his strength. It as in the late afternoon in a house under construction near ours. The unfinished ood floor had large, terrifying holes hose yaning[张大嘴] darkness I kne led to nohere good. His poerful hands, then age 33, rapped all the ay around my tiny arms, then age 4, and easily sung[摇摆] me up to his shoulders to mand all I surveyed.

我对他——实际上是对所有事的最初记忆，就是他的力量。那是一个下午的晚些时候，在一所靠近我家的正在修建的房子里，尚未完工的木地板上有一个个巨大可怕的洞，那些张着大口的黑洞在我看来是通向不祥之处的。时年33岁的爸爸用那强壮有力的双手一把握住我的小胳膊，当时我才4岁，然后轻而易举地把我甩上他的肩头，让我把一切都尽收眼底。