When I was 11. I lived in a small town in Kentucky. Everyone there was judged according to his social position and material possessions. Our leading citizens considered themselves aristocrats (贵族)in the respectful Southern tradition. Despite my youth
When I was 11. I lived in a small town in Kentucky. Everyone there was judged according to his social position and material possessions. Our leading citizens considered themselves aristocrats (贵族)in the respectful Southern tradition. Despite my youth. I knew that being accepted depended on my being “somebody".
My father was a doctor for horses and was one of the most successful horse clinic owners in the state. My friends and, more important, their parents knew that horse trainers and owners brought their animals from five neighboring states lo be treated by my father. And so I benefited socially by being "Dr. Watson s son".
My family lived on a two-acre piece of land in a new house that wasn't part of a suburban development. My father had bought the land and built the house that my mother had always wanted. Since it was the first all-electric house in town. I gained added prestige. 1 was now “Dr. Watson's son living in Dr. Watson's new house".
My sister and I were the first children in town to own ponies. My father built a shelter for them himself. He fenced an area for riding, and bought us all the equipment.
So,when I was 11 , I was "Dr. Watson's son living in Dr. Watson's new house and owning his own pony". I was sure that I was somebody, definitely superior to the average child in town.
For this reason, I was shocked to open the front door one day to find Billy and Charles, two neighbor children, standing on my front porch.
"Are you and Debbie going to ride your ponies today?" Billy asked me.
“No," I said, as rudely as possible.
“Well, then. Charles and I are going to ride them this afternoon.”
I couldn't believe them. "Oh,no. you're not. Those are my ponies, and no one rides them unless I say so!"
Charles' reply astounded me. "We already asked your father at the clinic, and he said we could ride your ponies whenever we wanted as long as you and Debbie weren t riding them. He said we could, even if you said no. ”
I vividly remember those words, because I swore then that I would hate my father forever for letting those “colored" boys ride my ponies.
Watching from the back window, 1 saw Billy and Charles catch my pony, use my equipment and ride through my horse area. The precedent(先例)was set. In the days and weeks that followed, Billy and Charles even brought along friends to share in the fun. Sometimes they rode all day.
It wasn't long before my friends and lheir parents found out that Dr. Watson let “col- 摩 oreds" ride his children's ponies. The ironic comments from people in town were eroding my air of superiority.
But my father didn t seem to care what the neighbors said. My mother ignored my complaints, and my sister was too young to understand. As for the ponies,they didn't seem to care who rode them.
At first I told my friends that my father had hired Billy and Charles to exercise the ponies, but that explanation wore thin. Finally I, too, learned to ignore the rumors.
When I was 12, my sister invited a friend to our house to spend the night. My sister's friend was Billy's younger sister, Allyson. By that time it seemed the most natural thing in the world for Allyson was to be in our house. I had forgotten the prejudices of my llth year.
But the community's attitude hadn't changed. The comments about Dr. Watson s visitors became cruder, and even more vicious. Now Debbie and I were just “Dr. Watson's children who have colored kids over".
So we told our parents that it might be better if Allyson never came over again. We both liked her, but we disliked the abuse of our friends more.
Six months later, my mother gave up her dream house, and my father sold his interest in the horse clinic. Then we packed up and moved to California, leaving the ponies behind. 1 didn't really understand —then—why my parents told our new neighbors in Porterville they had moved the family west for the children s sake.
At first. the writer didn't like Billy and Charles to ride the ponies because ______.
A、he believed that the ponies were his possessions
B、Billy and Charles were colored kids
C、his father had ignored his complaints
D、the ponies were not strong enough for the two kids
【正确答案】:A
【题目解析】:由第五段的第一句话可看出,作者认为自己比镇上其他的孩子高人一等。再由第十段可看出,作者认为小马为自己独有,除了自己,别人都不可以骑。A项符合题意。答案为A。
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