In the privacy of my bedroom I began___1___ and testing __2___ of delight: “Wow!” “A bike with balloon tires! I don’t believe it!” “I’m the ___3__ boy alive!” And so on. They all owed a lot to movies in which boys like Mickey Rooney had seen their wildest dreams ___4___. I soon realized that, with my lack of acting talent, all of them were going to sound false at the critical moment when I wanted to cry out my love___5____ from the heart.