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Module 3　My First Ride on a TrainⅠ.阅读理解1.It was the late 1970s.My parents were separated.My mother was raising us on her own.Whenever we saw him,my father talked about what he planned to do for us,but it rarely amounted to much.I lost faith in his words and in him.I wanted to stop caring,but I couldn’t.He didn’t understand me,so he simply ignored me—not just emotionally,but physically as well.Never once did he hug me,never once a pat on the back or a hand on the shoulder.Once every month or two,he would come to pick us up and drive us down the highway to Trucker’s Paradise,a truck stop with gas pumps,a convenience store,a restaurant and a game room.My dad gave each of us a handful of quarters,and we’d play games all evening.He’d sit up front in the dining area,drinking coffee and watching us.I loved these times.The quarters and the games were fun but easily forgotten.It was the presence of my father that was most treasured.But,of course,these trips were short-lived.That’s how it was with him.Every so often he would make some sort of effort,but every time it wouldn’t last.It wasn’t until I was much older that I would find something to hold on to as evidence of my father’s love.I had convinced myself that I needed a computer even though its price was out of my mother’s range.So my dad agreed to help me raise the money by driving to a watermelon farm,loading up his truck with wholesale(批发的)watermelons and driving me around to sell them.I was a teenager by then,but this was the first time that I had ever been alone with him.He laughed and repeatedly introduced me as “my boy”,spoken with a sense of pride.It was one of the best days of my life.Although he never told me that he loved me,I would hold on to that day as the greatest evidence that he did.He had never intended me any wrong—he just didn’t know how to express his love for me.So I took these random episodes(偶然的事件)and held on to them like things most precious.There is always time,always space and always a need for