Memory likes to play tricks on us. Sometimes it ________   us to places we once loved but haven‟t seen in years.

It was an early morning. I was sleeping when something _______ me up. It was my grandson Henry bouncing （蹦跳） his way down to the kitchen to “cook breakfast”.

I suddenly thought about cookies, the perfections my grandmother made. They were as _____   as a baby‟s smile. We‟d _______   them in butter and jam made with blackberries I picked myself.

That‟s _____   life was like on my grandmother‟s farm — ______   berries, milking cows...

What more could a child ever want? I loved it. I _______ loved those cookies.

I learned a lot from my grandmother. How to read. How to sit in a swing at the end of a day and just be _______ with everything.

But I never learned how to make cookies her way. I‟ve made them _______ various cookbooks. They‟re not bad, but not half as good as ______ were. My kids would wolf them down. They weren‟t _______ about the cookies, but they loved butter and jam.

I rolled out of bed and went downstairs to ______ my grandchild and made some cookies. They weren‟t great cookies, but they were good enough. We covered them in butter and jam. Henry ate two and kept _______ my cookies with greedy smile ______   I gave him half. Maybe someday he‟ll say they were the best cookies ever.

The ______ we leave with our children and grandchildren—like the cookies we make—are never made with ___. They‟re just made with _____ Love makes everything better, even

I am a professor of psychology. Some time ago, I got halfway through a day of teaching before a co-worker pointed out to me I was quite ______ wearing a different pair of shoes, one red and one black. I felt so ______ and upset but I would have to go to teach my ______ like this. When I noticed how much I wanted to disappear and avoid this ______, I was determined to face it ______. I walked into class and ______ to the students that I was wearing two shoes from ______ pairs, and directed their attention to my feet. Everyone laughed and we went on with class. Years later, a ________ in that class told me that this was the moment she first thought that maybe, just maybe, she could be a professor, too.

I ______ my mistake because I realized that trying to hide it was weakening my ability to concentrate my mind on my teaching — but I had no idea that it would also help shorten the ________ distance between my students and myself.

Many contexts may ______ or shame people for making mistakes. Our efforts to avoid them _______ our desires for success, and how others will respond to our mistakes. We might feel ______ and shame if we do make some.

However, mistake-making is part of learning new things, and it can ______ us closer to others. It ______ up the possibility of accepting mistakes gladly, letting us be more open and engaged in what we are doing.

After the long, boring winter, kites everywhere couldn’t wait for the chance to go dance in the air and to run after the sun. Every kite was _________ but one.

In the back of a closet, looking depressed and thin, one lonely kite preferred to _________. His outline was so classic, which you may think was a _________ to steady his flight. But he didn’t like flying. _________, it was the belief that the higher the flight, the further the fall that scared the kite most of all.

The kite _________ it wouldn’t be long before his boy would take him away for another _________ public display. At that very moment, the closet door opened.

“Come on,” said the boy excitedly and _________ outside to play with the kite. The boy started _________ to give the kite a lift. The _________ on the kite was at once strong and swift, carrying him up high into the air. Closing his eyes tightly, he __________ violently all over in panic. The boy ran all through the park while other kids __________ at his kite rolling over and falling. “The kite must either be __________ or broken”, other kids were joking. The boy went back to his kite. “Facing fears bravely, we can scare them away.” With these words, the kite got up his __________ and decided to give flying another try.

The timid kite felt peaceful and delighted, __________ his wings and waved his rag tail, a broad smile spreading on his face. The boy believed the kite learned a __________ — don’t be afraid of fear. Instead, embrace it bravely and optimistically.