[简答题]When I was young, there was an amazing publication called The Whole Earth Catalog, which was one of the bibles of my generation. It was created by a fellow named Stewart Brand not far from here in Menlo Park, and he brought it to life with his poetic touch. This was in the late 1960′s, before personal computers and desktop publishing, so it was all made with typewriters, scissors, and Polaroid cameras. It was sort of like Google in paperback form, 35 years before Google came along: it was idealistic, and overflowing with neat tools and great notions.
Stewart and his team put out several issues of The Whole Earth Catalog, and then when it had run its course, they put out a final issue. It was the mid-1970s, and I was your age. On the back cover of their final issue was a photograph of an early morning country road, the kind you might find yourself hitchhiking on if you were so adventurous. Beneath it were the words: "Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish." It was their farewell message as

When I was young, bedtime was always my favourite part of the day. Wearing soft pajamas and with Tom, my stuffed monkey, in my arms, I felt no pressure at all.
I named Tom after my uncle when I compared Tom’s long arms and legs to his. One night I ran up to Uncle Tom at a family party and told him I had named my monkey after him. His eyebrows wrinkled in confusion, then a chuckle (咯吱笑) escaped his lips. I guessed he didn’t understand how important it was to me.
Even if Uncle Tom didn’t think my monkey was special, I certainly did. I dressed him in a white baby nightgown. My mother thought that Tom was the best-dressed stuffed animal in the world.
Yes, he was certainly a fashionable creature. The strong cologne (科隆香水) I used on him years ago made him still smell "pretty".
For a long time, Tom went everywhere with me. He was my best friend, and I told him everything. But when I turned twelve, I realized I was too old for s
A. Bedtime used to be the writer’s favourite part of the day because of the stuffed monkey.
B. Uncle Tom liked the stuffed monkey as much as the writer.
C. The writer used to carry the monkey with her wherever she went.
D. Years later the writer realized that it was not wrong to miss Monkey Tom.

When I was a very young children,my father created a regular practice I remember well years late.Every time he arrived home at end of the day ,we’d greet het at the door.He would ask who we was and pretend not to knowing us,Then he and my mother would have had a drink while she prepared dinner and they would talk about his day and hers.While they chat,my father would lift my sister and me up to sit in the top of the fridge.It was both excited and frightening to be up there！
My sister and I thought he was so cool for putting us there.