The major part of my childhood was spent in fighting off terror of things wh

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问题     The major part of my childhood was spent in fighting off terror of things which didn’ t exist, and I don’ t think my father ever understood that kind of fear. The overriding and most terrifying bogeyman of my life, which has been with me since my earliest memories, and remains faithfully with me though now it seldom puts me out of commission, has been a fear of vomiting. It has used up and wasted and blackened many hours of my life. But my father never had a notion of what I was talking about when I cried and shook and said. "You know.... It’ s that thing again..." While I was in junior high school and even high school, I was still going to my parents’ bedroom, sometimes five nights a week, ’ and climbing in their bed, all hot and cold and shaking, pleading for Mother to say the key sentences which would begin to send the fear away. Always I felt dreadfully ill. Always I wanted to hear only one thing: " You won’ t be sick. " Always I kept my food down, though the nauseas was so extreme that anyone in his right mind would have stuck his finger down his throat and been done with it. My father would follow my mother and me to the bathroom in the middle of the night, and as I sat on the toilet clutching their hands, he would pat my head and say things to Mother like, "Did she eat something funny?" or, "Suppose she’s got a little bug?" and Mother would shake her head and signal him that he was saying the wrong thing again. Once, as I was crawling into bed crying, and Mother was moving over to give me room mumbling to me that everything would be all right, my father half woke up and said to Mother in a soft voice which had shades of annoyance, "What’s the matter with her? Is it her stomach?" I think I said, "No, it’s my head. " and the degree to which my anger rose equaled the degree to which the nausea sank. One time my mother was out of the house, and I had a bad attack of whatever you would call that terror, and I had no one to call but my father. I was crying, and I told him what to say. "Just tell me I won’ t throw up. You know I won’ t, so just tell me I don’ t have to.
    "What’ s so bad about throwing up?" he said. Those perfectly reasonable words threw me into a flesh panic and I let go of his arm and covered my ears and sobbed and said. " No, no, don’ t say that, you can’ t say that..."  [br] The author was so fearful about vomiting that she even had to sleep on______.

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答案 her parents’bed

解析 (通过第一段叙述可知,作者十分恐惧呕吐,甚至在高中时还每周到父母房间5次,climbing in their bed。)
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