单选题 When you are small, all ambitions fall into one grand category: when I' m grown up. When I' m grown up, you say, I' ll go up in space. I' m going to be an author. I' ll kill them all and then they' ll be sorry. I' ll be married in a cathedral with sixteen bridesmaids in pink lace. I' ll have a puppy of my own and no one will be able to take him away.
None of it ever happens, of course--or darn little, but the fantasies give you the idea that there is something to grow up for. Indeed one of the saddest things about gilded adolescence is the feeling that from eighteen on, it' s all downhill; I read with horror of an American hip pie wedding where someone said to the groom( aged twenty) "you seem so kind a grown up somehow", and the lad had to go round seeking assurance that he wasn' t. No, really he wasn't. A determination to be better adults than the present incumbents is fine, but to refuse to grow up at all is just plain unrealism.
When my children are grown up, I' ll learn to fly an airplane. I will career round the sky, knowing that if I do "go pop", there will be no little ones to suffer shock and maladjustment; that even if the worst does come to the worst, I will at least dodge the geriatric ward and all that look for your glasses in order to see where you' ve left your teeth. When my children are grown up, I' ll have fragile lovely things on low tables; I' ll have a white carpet; I' ll go to the pictures in the afternoons. When the children are grown up, I' ll actually be able to do a day' s work in a flay, instead of spreading over three, and go away for a weekend without planning as if for a trip to the Moon. When I' m grown up--I mean when they' re grown up--I' ll be free.
Of course, I know it' s got to get worse before it gets better. Twelve - year - old, I' m told, don' t go to bed at seven, so you don' t even get your evening. Once they' re past ten you have to start worrying about their friends instead of simply shooting the intruders off the doorstep, and to settle down to a steady ten years of criticism of everything you' ve ever thought or done or won. Boys, it seems, may be less of a trial than girls, since they can' t get pregnant and they don' t borrow your clothes--if they do borrow your clothes, of course, you' ye got even more to worry about.
The young don' t respect their parents any more. Goodness, how sad. Still, like eating snails, it might be all right once you' ve got over the idea; it might let us off having to bother quite so much with them when the time comes. But one is simply not going to be able to drone away one' s days, toothless by the fire, brooding on the past.

单选题 What interests the writer about young children is that they ______.
A. have so many unselfish ambitions B. don' t want to be a spaceman
C. all long for adult comforts D. have such long term ambitions

单选题 The writer holds the opinion that fantasies ______.
A. satisfy ambitions B. lessen ambitions C. stimulate ambitions D. frustrate ambitions

单选题 Young people often feels that the age of eighteen is the ______.
A. best time of life B. right age to get married C. hardest part of life D. gateway to happiness

单选题 The writer seems to think that as an adult one must ______.
A. achieve one' s ambitions at all costs B. continue to be ambitious
C. find a compromise between ambition and reality D. give up all one' s earlier ambitions

单选题 What do the writer think about his or her children?
A. Their behavior is improving. B. They don' t spend enough time at home.
C. They are approaching a difficult age. D. They are choosing strange friends.