What they don’t understand about birthdays and what they never tell you is that when you’re eleven, you’re also ten, and nine, and eight, and seven, and six, and five, and fours, and threee, and two, and one. And when you wake up on your leeventh birthdays yu expect to feel eleven, but you don’t. You open your eyes and everything’s just like yesterday, only it’s today. And you don’t feel eleven at all. You feel like you’re still ten. And you are --- underneath the year that makes you eleven.

人們不明白也不會(huì)告訴你，你的十一歲，同你的十歲、九歲、八歲、七歲、六歲、五歲、四歲、三歲、兩歲、一歲一樣沒(méi)有差別。而當(dāng)你在十一歲生日當(dāng)天醒來(lái)并期望能感受十一歲的自己的時(shí)候，卻發(fā)現(xiàn)根本不行。你睜開(kāi)眼睛，而所有的一切都跟昨天差不多，只是日子走到了今天而已。你根本不知道十一歲是什么感覺(jué)。你覺(jué)得自己還是十歲。你——藏在了第十一個(gè)年頭的后面。

Like some days you might say something stupid, and that’s the part of you that’s still ten. Or maybe some days you might need to sit on your mama’s lap because you’re scared, and that’s the part of you that’s five. And maybe one day when you’re all grown up maybe you will need to cry like if you’re three, and that’s okay. That’s what I tell Mama when she’s say and needs to cry. Maybe she’s feeling three.

你也許還會(huì)說(shuō)一些傻話(huà)，那是還停留在十歲的你干的。或者你也許還會(huì)因?yàn)楹ε露趮寢尩耐壬希鞘俏鍤q的你干的。也許當(dāng)你有一天長(zhǎng)大了，還可能會(huì)像你三歲時(shí)那樣哭鼻子，那也沒(méi)關(guān)系。媽媽需要大哭一場(chǎng)的時(shí)候我就這樣告訴她。也許她感覺(jué)自己只有三歲。

Because the way you grow old is kind of like an onion or like the rings insides a tree trunk or like my little wooden dolls that fit one inside the other, each year inside the next one. That’s how being eeven years old is.

成長(zhǎng)就如同一層一層的洋蔥，樹(shù)干里一圈一圈的年輪，或是像一個(gè)套一個(gè)的木頭套娃一樣。正因?yàn)檫@樣，你也是一歲裹著一歲長(zhǎng)大的。那就是十一歲的樣子。

You don’t feel eleven. Not right away. It takes a few days, weeks even, sometimes months before you say Eleven when they ask you. And you don‘t feel smart eleven, not until you’re almost twelve. That’s the way it is.

你不覺(jué)得自己十一歲了。不會(huì)立馬覺(jué)得。也許要花幾天、幾個(gè)星期，有時(shí)甚至十幾個(gè)月的時(shí)間，當(dāng)別人問(wèn)起你歲數(shù)的時(shí)候，你才會(huì)說(shuō)十一歲。而直到你快到十二歲了，才發(fā)覺(jué)自己已經(jīng)十一歲很久了。就是這樣。

Only today I wish I didn’t have only eleven years rattling inside me like pennies in a tin Band-Aid box. Today I wish I was one hndred and two instead of eleven because if I was one hundred and two I’d have known what to say when Mrs. Price put the red sweater on my desk. I would’ve known how to tell her it wasn’t mine instead of just sitting three with that look on my face and nothing coming out of my mouth.

只有今天，我希望自己不要像我創(chuàng)可貼盒子里叮當(dāng)作響的可憐的幾便士一樣只有區(qū)區(qū)十一歲。今天我希望自己有102歲而不是11歲。要是我有102歲，當(dāng)普萊斯太太把那件紅毛衣放在我課桌上的時(shí)候，我就知道該怎么說(shuō)了。我就知道該怎么告訴她那件衣服不是我的，而不是干坐在那兒一句話(huà)也說(shuō)不出來(lái)。