Flying
Once upon a time， there was a little boy who was raised in an orphanage.
The little boy had always wished that he could fly like a bird. It was very difficult for him to understand why he could not fly. There were birds at the zoo t hat were much bigger than he， and they could fly.
“Why can't I？” he thought. “Is there something wrong with me？” he wondered.
There was another little boy who was crippled. He had always wished that he could walk and run like other little boys and girls.
“Why can't I be like them？” he thought.
One day the little orphan boy who had wanted to fly like a bird ran away from the orphanage. He came upon a park where he saw the little boy who could not walk or run playing in the sandbox.
He ran over to the little boy and asked him if he had ever wanted to fly like a bird.
“No，” said the little boy who could not walk or run. “But I have wondered what it would be like to walk and run like other boys and girls.”
“That is very sad，” said the little boy who wanted to fly. “Do you think we could be friends？” he said to the little boy in the sandbox.
“Sure.” said the little boy.
The two little boys played for hours. They made sand castles and made really funny sounds with their mouths. Sounds which made them laugh real hard. Then the little boy's father came with a wheelchair to pick up his son. The little boy who had always wanted to fly， ran over to the boy's father and whispered something into his ear.
“That would be OK，” said the man.
The little boy who had always wanted to fly like a bird ran over to his new friend and said， “You are my only friend and I wish that there was something that I could do to make you walk and run like other little boys and girls. But I can't. But there is something that I can do for you.”
The little orphan boy turned around and told his new friend to slide up onto his back. He then began to run across the grass. Faster and faster he ran， carrying the little crippled boy on his back. Faster and harder he ran across the park. Harder and harder he made his legs travel. Soon the wind just whistled across the two little boys' faces.
The little boy's father began to cry as he watched his beautiful little crippled son flapping his arms up and down in the wind， all the while yelling at the top of his voice，
“I'M FLYING， DADDY. I'M FLYING！”
从前，有个小男孩，在孤儿院被人抚养成长着。
这个男孩总希望自己能像鸟儿一样飞翔。他实在是不明白自己为什么不能飞。在动物园里，比他身体庞大的鸟儿都能够飞。
“我怎么不能飞？”他想。“是不是我哪里有问题？”他疑惑地想。
另一个小男孩是个瘸子，他总是希望自己能够像其他男孩和女孩一样奔跑。
“为什么我不能像他们一样？”他想。
有一天，那个想像鸟儿一样飞翔的小孤儿跑出了孤儿院。他来到一个公园里，看见了在沙箱里不能走也不能跑去玩的那个小瘸子。
这个孤儿跑到那个小男孩的面前问他是否想过自己能像鸟儿一样飞翔。
“不，”那个连走和跑都不能的小孩说。“但是我曾经想过我是不是可以像其他小朋友一样，能走和跑呢。”
“真郁闷，”这个想飞的小男孩说。“你认为我们会成为朋友吗？”他对那个在沙箱里的小瘸子说。
“当然会。”那个小男孩说。
这两个小男孩一起玩了几个小时。他们建了沙子城堡，吹起了非常美妙的口哨，好听的声音让他们俩开心得哈哈大笑。之后，那个小男孩的爸爸来接他了，手里推着一把轮椅，男孩总是想能够飞一般地跑到他爸爸面前。他在他的爸爸耳旁小声地说着话。
“真不错，”他爸爸说。
想像鸟一样飞翔的小男孩跑到他的新朋友面前说：“你是我唯一的朋友，我希望有什么东西能让我帮助你，让你也能和其他小朋友一样走路和奔跑，可是我不能，但是这有其他事情我能帮助你。”
这个孤儿转过身，让他滑到他背上去。这个孤儿就开始奔跑，背着那个小瘸子，穿过草地，跑得越来越快，速度超过了自己。他快速猛烈地奔跑，穿过了公园。跑得越来越猛，他的双腿就在旅行。一会，风起吹拂过他们的脸庞，声声作响。
那个小瘸子的双手在风中上下挥舞，他的父亲一看见就哭了起来。这个小瘸子用他最高的嗓门呼喊到：
“爸爸，我在飞！我在飞！”
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