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My parents didn't give me any scope to feel sorry for myself. They were just like 'go play with your brother, go climb a tree, go fall off your motorbike, do whatever you want. Don't come crying to us when you get scratched. You've got prosthetic legs - that's very nice.'
我父母没有给我任何自怜的余地。他们就像在说:“去和你哥哥玩，去爬树，去从摩托车上摔下来，做任何你想做的事。”你被抓伤了，别哭着来找我们。你有假肢——这很好。”