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

我當時4歲，在戶外玩，周圍是肯塔基潮濕的空氣。

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

看見爺爺?shù)目ㄜ嚕胫鵂敔敳粦撻_這么難看的卡車。

Then I spied a gallon of paint.

于是我偷偷搞來一加侖的油漆。

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

我有了個好主意！我用刷子在卡車上畫滿了白色波點。

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

爺爺走出來的時候，我正好在屋頂上進行收尾工作，我想看看他對“新卡車”是否有所察覺。

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

“安吉拉，這是我見過的最漂亮的卡車！”

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

有時候我想，大人們不會停下腳步去從一個孩子的視角看世界。

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

（但是爺爺卻不同）他沒有打擊我，而是讓小小的我歡欣鼓舞。