(A)

In 1959, I was 13 ①years old, a poor black kid  ②living with my mother and father in a small black 가)ghetto on Long Island, New York. My mother worked nights in a hospital, and my father drove a coal truck. ⓐ(                  ), our standard of living was somewhat ③short of the American dream.

(B)

나)(     ), when my eighth-grade teacher announced a graduation trip to Washington, D. C., it never 다)(                ) that I would be ④left behind. We would visit Glen Echo Amusement Park in Maryland. In my imagination, Glen Echo was Disneyland. ⑤My heart beaten wildly, I raced home to deliver the news. But when my mother found out how much the trip cost, she just shook her head. We couldn't afford ⓑit.