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My earliest memory of dad is grabbing his hand while we walked together. As I 36 older, I remember my father and I listening to basketball games on the radio. I always fell asleep 37 the game was over. When I woke up in the morning the score sheet with the 38 score on it would be lying 39 me. I’ll always remember that. On cold mornings my father would bring his bread truck by the house. I used to ride on the floor of that bread truck 40 he delivered the bread to the stores. The 41 and the warmth from the bread made my mouth water and kept me warm. I’ll always remember that. My father would 42 all my games. One night before an important game my father told me 43 that he wouldn’t be able to watch the game because he had to deliver the bread and it was a three-hour 44 from his route（路线）. The next day as the game time approached I thought about my dad. I happened to look across the field and 45 saw his bread truck pulling into the stadium. He managed to 46 the game. I’ll always remember that. Years later I had become a teacher. I’ll never forget the voice on the phone early one morning telling me dad had just been | 
