Childhood Friends
The first time I lost my best friend, I thought it was the end of the world. I don’t mean that he died, he just went away,but I still measure all pain by hoe hurt I was when Daany left.
I was blessed with a happy childhood, one that most people would want to have. We lived in a small bungalow in a tiny village in Scotland and we were a very close family. Our neighbours next door had a son named Danny,and we grew up together.
We spent long ummer evenings in the pine forests ,digging up worms for fishing ,and collecting feathers left by the birds in the cages where they had been kept for the hunters .It was here that I discovered that I was allergic to the tiny flies which bit me and made my face swell.There were a few walnut trees above the village and we would chase the squirrels away and wait for them to ripen. Of course ,it was too far north for a proper harvest. On windy days we’d slide down the stony slopes to the loch and feel the spray of the sea in our faces.
Danny was a good carpenter too,and we made brooms out of branches, which we tried to sell in the village shop. We built a tree house , where we smoked our first cigar,and I was sick! Once I slipped on some damp leaves,fell out, scratched my arms and cut the heel of my foot, so he washed my wounds in the stream. He was a very considerate boy for someone so young. My mother simply scolded me for tearing my underwear.
We were on good terms with everyone in the village, and we even gave a salute to the local policeman as he passed on his bicycle. But in our imagination, he was an enemy soldier, and we were two spies looking for secrets.
It was the finest friendship anyone could have, and life seemed perfect.
And then at the age of 14,his parents moved to London , over 400 kilometres away. The pain was acute, and I couldn’t forgive Danny,and it’s a privilege to call him my friend. We’re both much more mature now ,and we’re still very alike.
But while I’m nostalgic for the happy times we spent together many years ago,I’m ashamed of my feelings, and I don’t want to recording of my life and remembermy loss and my pain.

童年挚友
当我第一次失去我最好的朋友， 我觉得那是世界末日。我不是说他真的死亡乐，他仅是离开了，但我依然能感到Danny离开时我钩心裂肺的疼楚。
我拥有一个快乐的童年，一个大多数人会想要拥有的童年。我们住在苏格兰一个小镇上小平房里，我们是相亲相爱的一家。旁边邻居家有个叫Danny男孩，我和他一起长大。
我和他在松树下享受长长的夏日傍晚，一起挖钓鱼用的蚯蚓，收集鸟类遗弃在笼中原本留给猎人的羽毛。就是在这里我发现我对小飞虫过敏，他们一叮我我脸就肿起来了。在村上头有些胡桃树，我们会赶走松树，然后等胡桃成熟。当然了，这里一个真正的丰收还很远。在起风的日子，我们在海边的石坡上滑坡玩，感受海的气息轻拂我们的脸颊。
Danny也是一个不错的木匠，我们用树枝做成扫帚，想试着放到村里商店去卖。我们造了一个木屋，那可是我们抽一支雪茄的地方，说起来我真是逊啊。一次我滑倒在一片败叶上，划破了胳膊，割伤了脚后跟，Danny帮我在溪水中清洗伤口。他对我当时如此年轻的我来说是一个多么体贴的男孩啊。而我的母亲却会因为我扯坏了内衣骂我。
我们和村上的每个人关系都很好，甚至当地警察骑车经过时我们会向他敬礼。但在我们想象中，他是一个敌人，而我们则是两个寻密的间谍。那是一种任何人能拥有的最好的友谊了，那时生活是如此地完美。
后来14岁岁那年，他的父母搬去了伦敦，一个离这超过400千米的地方。 那种痛是如此的剧烈，我不能原谅他，而称他是我的朋友则是一种殊荣。我们现在已经成熟了很多，而且我们依然很相像。
但当我怀想起多年前我们一起渡过的快乐时光，我羞于我的那种心境，我不愿承载我自己的生活，不愿记下我自己失去的东西和疼痛。

翻的不好啊。。参考参考吧~~`
看的我眼睛酸的来~~~