威利(弗朗基·穆尼兹 Frankie Muniz 饰)是家中的独生子,在那个年代,独生子是十分罕见的,威利因此而受到了同龄人的欺负和排挤,性格也变得愈加的孤僻。只有住在隔壁的丁克(卢克·威尔逊 Luke Wilson 饰)能让威利感到快乐和安全,他甚至向丁克请教成为棒球 投手的方法。可是没过多久,这个值得信赖的朋友就离开了威利走上了战场。为了安慰伤心的威利,母亲送给了他一只名叫斯齐普的小狗,斯齐普聪明又听话,在它的帮助下,威利逐渐的敞开了心门,也有了一群朋友。
Recollections slip in and out and around in time leaving plenty of room to weave and backtrack. and drift and glide.
In my life, I've found that memories of the spirit linger and sweeten long after memories of the brain have faded. My fondest memories are of my childhood days back in Yazoo, Mississippi.
I can still see the town now. Ten thousand souls, and nothing doing.Where the old men sat drowsily in straw-bottom chairs watching the big cars with out-of-state plates whip by.
Drivers hardly knowing and certainly not caring what place this was. There was a war going on then.And it touched our lives every day. War, President Roosevelt reminded us required everybody to make sacrifices. And boy, we did.
The cotton grew tall that year, the summer of 1942, but I sure didn't. Matter of fact, I stayed so small and puny..l was a target for the neighborhood bullies.
Fortunately, I lived next door to Dink Jenkins Yazoo's best athlete and favorite son.
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This was a time of large families.Four or five kids, sometimes more. So needless to say, ours was already unusual what with me being the only child.
My mother was lively and talkative. Certainly didn't fit the housewife mold.
And my daddy....Well, my daddy was stern and verbearing.He was a war veteran and had lost his leg in battle.And from most accounts, it changed him.
Sometimes it seemed that along with that leg he'd also lost a piece of his heart.
———————————————— I met him on the day I turned 9. He was just a trembling ball of fur. Scared and shy as I was.
That night, lying in bed before sleep l felt the beating of his heart against my body.And though I didn't know it then, he was to change my life forever.
My dog, Skip. My best and most steadfast friend.
Skip and I instantly became the best of friends.He didn't mind that I was scrawny and shy or that I liked books a whole lot more than football.
It was unconditional love on both our parts.
———————————————— You could talk to him as well as you could talk to many human beings. And much better than you could talk to some.
He'd sit down, look you straight in the eye and when he understood you, he'd turn his head sideways.
I watched Skip grow from the puppy who came to me from a farm.into a sleek and dexterous,affectionate dog.
Skip became a true member of the family.We played games together, did household chores.Even my father had to admit Skip was an exceptional dog.
———————————————— Because of Skip,I was able to crossthe threshold from childhood to boyhood from being on the outside to finding myself smack-dab in the middle.
He helped open my eyes to the wonders of life.And I got to know the delta like the palm of my hand.Every bend in the road, every slope, every field.It became as familiar to me as grass or sunlight.
But Skip opened my eyes to other things too.
———————————————— Skip grew to know Yazoo too. It was a good place to grow up for dog and boy.
Being friendly, he occasionally wandered around town by himself and anyone of any consequence knew who he was.
One of Skip's favorite spots was my dear old Aunt Maggie's. Her bridge games meant finger sandwiches for the taking. And the strange creature that was her pet was an endless source of one-sided conversation.
———————————————— Like all dogs, Skip was colorblind.
He made friends easily with people of all races and origins. The town was segregated back then, but as we know, dogs are a whole lot smarter than people.
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The seasons in our region of America seemed to have minds of their own.
The fields in winter looked so barren that it seemed nothing could ever grow there again like the dark sky would last the rest of the year. Then, magically, spring would come and catch us by surprise every time.
And there were so many surprises that year.
Who'd have thought that my daddy would ever let me play football?Who'd have dreamed that Rivers Applewhite the prettiest girl in town, would let me hold her hand?
———————————————— Old Skip had helped me through the struggles of boyhood.
But his job was far from done.
———————————————— I almost lost old Skip that day.
Even as he was sleeping on the operating table he was still teaching me.
That day l became a young man.
Why, in childhood and youth do we wish time to pass so quickly? We want to grow up so fast.
Yet as adults, we wish just the opposite.
If, as the authorities often declare a dog's life in relation to a human being'scan be calculated by seven human years to his one then Skip was an adult when I was still a boy.
Sometimes it seemed as if he possessed the wisdom of a creature as old as time.
———————————————— In remembering moments such as these. l retain the sad, sweet reflection of being an only child and having a loyal and loving dog.
For the struggles of my life of the dangers, toils and snares of my childhood hymns loyalty and love are the best things of al and surely the most lasting.
The day finally arrived for me to move away from home. I was awarded a scholarship to attend Oxford University in England. A long way from Yazoo, Mississippi and a long way from my family and friends.
The dog of your boyhood teaches you a great deal about friendship and love and death.
I was an only child.
He was an only dog.
———————————————— Old Skip was and feeble with arthritis but he never lost that old devilish look in his eye. He made my room his own.
Came across an old photo of him not long ago. His little face with the long snout sniffing at something in the air. His tail was straight out and pointing eyes were flashing in some momentary excitement.
He always loved to be rubbed on the back of his neck. And when I did it,he'd yawn, and he'd stretch reach out to me with his paws as if he was trying to embrace me.
I received a transatlantic call one day.
"Skip died"Daddy said.
He and my mama wrapped him in my baseball jacket.They buried him out under our elm tree, they said.
That wasn't totally true, for he really lay buried in my heart.