The first memory I have of him- of anything, really is his strength.It was in the late afternoon in a house under construction near ours. The unfinished wood floor had large, terrifying holes whose big and opening darkness I knew led to nowhere good.His powerful hands,then age 33, wrapped all the way around my tiny arms, then age 4, and easily swung me up to his shoulders to command all I surveyed.

　　我对他的第一印象—一对他的任何事情的第一印象，说真的——是他的力量。在一个下午的晚些时候，在我家附近的工地上，那尚未完工的木制地板张着它那巨大恐怖的黑糊糊的嘴，给人以不祥之预感。父亲时年33岁，他用他那有力的双手抱起了4岁的我，把我放在他的肩膀上，让我岛瞰一切。