It’s not easy to be an astronaut’s son．Everybody expects you to be special or perfect. I often wonder how my father ever had a son like me. I mean he’s so special and so good at everything he does. Even in middle school he was monitor and captain of the football team.
Well, to be honest, I often dream about being some kind of hero or doing something special—like saving a child from a burning building One morning my teacher said there would be a Father’s Day writing competition for the whole school．“I hope we have a winner right here in my class.”
When I got home，I started to think about what to write．My father is an astronaut. No, I wouldn’t start like that. That was the way others saw him．How did I see my father?
Hmm…I saw him sitting with me in the dark when I had a terrible dream．I remembered how he hugged me for hours when my dog Spotty was killed by a car. Yes, these were the things I was going to write. To me，he wasn’t just a famous astronaut. He was my dad．
My parents and l went to school Thursday night. There were so many people in the big hall! My dad looked at me, and I shrugged(耸肩).
The third prize was announced and it was not me．1 was relieved(释然)and disappointed(失望) at the same time. The second prize was announced.  I t  was me. I went up to the stage and read what I had written，“My father’s son”．When I finished，Dad put his hand on my shoulder．“Son，this is the proudest moment of my life.’’
It was the proudest moment of my life, too. Maybe I’ll never be a great hero or win a Nobel Prize, but it was enough just to be my father’s son.
【小题1】The writer felt it        to be the son of a famous person．

When I was a kid, my dad worked in a shop in the center of our town. Sometimes, I went to the shop with him and I made a little pocket money by buying things for his workmates. But I never paid attention to all the things and people around me.

One day, as my dad and I were driving to the shop, I looked out of the window of the car and I saw an old man standing at the street corner. There was a rose in his hand, he was smelling the rose. For some reason, our eyes met and we looked at each other for about twenty seconds. There was nothing unusual about this man but the meet was unusual to me. Up to that moment in my life, I had given no thought to anyone on the street, in shops or anywhere else. I had no interest out of my family.

But I was interested in that old man. For the first time I had interest in a stranger. What kind of life had he lived? Where had he been in his time?

Once a great man encouraged us to “stop and smell the rose”. Now I want to tell these words to you. Stop what you are busy with and try to fully understand things and people in your eyesight. If you don’t care about others on your road of life, then you are missing your life itself.

1.How did the writer make a little pocket money?

2.What was the old man doing when I saw him?

3.When did the writer have interest out of his family?

4.What is the main idea of this passage?

---Excuse me. Where is Lily?
---Oh, she___ the volleyball match on the playground when I saw him just now.  

It’s not easy to be an astronaut’s son．Everybody expects you to be special or perfect. I often wonder how my father ever had a son like me. I mean he’s so special and so good at everything he does. Even in middle school he was monitor and captain of the football team.
Well, to be honest, I often dream about being some kind of hero or doing something special—like saving a child from a burning building One morning my teacher said there would be a Father’s Day writing competition for the whole school．“I hope we have a winner right here in my class.”
When I got home，I started to think about what to write．My father is an astronaut. No, I wouldn’t start like that. That was the way others saw him．How did I see my father?
Hmm…I saw him sitting with me in the dark when I had a terrible dream．I remembered how he hugged me for hours when my dog Spotty was killed by a car. Yes, these were the things I was going to write. To me，he wasn’t just a famous astronaut. He was my dad．
My parents and l went to school Thursday night. There were so many people in the big hall! My dad looked at me, and I shrugged(耸肩).
The third prize was announced and it was not me．1 was relieved(释然)and disappointed(失望) at the same time. The second prize was announced.  I t  was me. I went up to the stage and read what I had written，“My father’s son”．When I finished，Dad put his hand on my shoulder．“Son，this is the proudest moment of my life.’’
It was the proudest moment of my life, too. Maybe I’ll never be a great hero or win a Nobel Prize, but it was enough just to be my father’s son.
【小题1】The writer felt it        to be the son of a famous person．