1. I grew up across the road from a 4-H camp (四健营地). During summer months it was always busy with1 camps. During the rest of the year, though, it2 empty and I would ride my bike along its roads and3 basketball at its courts.

Then came the time when I was4 old enough to go to 4-H camp myself. At first I was so excited. It was a(n)5 staying with other boys and the days were tightly scheduled. However, there was always some free time each day. But it was then that the6 would steal into my heart. I really missed my parents. One day during the free time I7 to slip back home and give them a8. But as I9 the room I noticed the house was empty. I guess Mom and Dad were out. It felt so strange. I took off back, fighting back10 in my eyes, and not really11 the feelings I was feeling.

I realize now it was the12 of losing my parents that I was feeling then. Being home13 nothing without them being there. It is the love not the house that14 so many happy memories that I carry in my heart to this day. A house is just a house, but a house full of love is a home. Love is the invisible15 that turns walls into shelter and memories into warmth.