I was four, playing outside in the humid Kentucky air.

　　我当时4岁，在户外玩，周围是肯塔基潮湿的空气。

　　I saw my grandfather’s truck and thought, Granddad shouldn’t have to drive such an ugly truck.

　　看见爷爷的卡车，想着爷爷不应该开这么难看的卡车。

　　Then I spied a gallon of paint.

　　于是我偷偷搞来一加仑的油漆。

　　Idea! I got a brush and painted white polka dots all over the truck.

　　我有了个好主意!我用刷子在卡车上画满了白色波点。

　　I was on the roof finishing the job when he walked up, looking as if he were in a trance.

　　爷爷走出来的时候，我正好在屋顶上进行收尾工作，我想看看他对“新卡车”是否有所察觉。

　　“Angela, that’s the prettiest truck I’ve ever seen!”

　　“安吉拉，这是我见过的最漂亮的卡车!”

　　Sometimes I think adults don’t stop to see things through a child’s eyes.

　　有时候我想，大人们不会停下脚步去从一个孩子的视角看世界。

　　He could have crushed me. Instead, he lifted my little soul.

　　(但是爷爷却不同)他没有打击我，而是让小小的我欢欣鼓舞。