Personal story experience about your childhood life
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When I was 3, my grandma and I went to the grocery store. There was a line of a few people. One of the women there said to my grandma, "What a beautiful daughter you have!" Without too much thinking, I pulled down both my shorts and my underpants and said, "I'm a grandson!"When I was 8, I remember our cat giving birth to a litter. After the winter holidays, when I couldn't get up from bed in the morning, my mom caught all the kittens and let them loose in my bed. They crawled all over me, and I just had to get up to let them down on the floor. One of the warmest memories from my childhood.When my brother was little, we lived in a country house, and he often went in the backyard to get suntanned. He took a folding bed, undressed to his shorts, lay down, and covered himself with a blanket. When our mom told him that wasn't how you tanned, he replied, "If I take it off, mosquitoes will bite me!"My friend and I live in the same apartment building on the same floor, but we're two entrances away from each other. When we were little, we didn't have cell phones, so we decided to make our own "mail" by pulling a rope from her balcony to mine. It wasn't too easy, we lived on the second floor after all, but we somehow managed. It turned out to be real fun: you attached a note to the end of one rope, pulled the other, and your note started traveling. We were so happy we could send these "mails" to each other every evening. In the morning, the one to wake up first was to send the first note. I remember getting up and rushing to the balcony where there was already a note waiting saying "Good morning!" I miss those times so much.
When I was 3, my grandma and I went to the grocery store. There was a line of a few people. One of the women there said to my grandma, "What a beautiful daughter you have!" Without too much thinking, I pulled down both my shorts and my underpants and said, "I'm a grandson!"When I was 8, I remember our cat giving birth to a litter. After the winter holidays, when I couldn't get up from bed in the morning, my mom caught all the kittens and let them loose in my bed. They crawled all over me, and I just had to get up to let them down on the floor. One of the warmest memories from my childhood.When my brother was little, we lived in a country house, and he often went in the backyard to get suntanned. He took a folding bed, undressed to his shorts, lay down, and covered himself with a blanket. When our mom told him that wasn't how you tanned, he replied, "If I take it off, mosquitoes will bite me!"My friend and I live in the same apartment building on the same floor, but we're two entrances away from each other. When we were little, we didn't have cell phones, so we decided to make our own "mail" by pulling a rope from her balcony to mine. It wasn't too easy, we lived on the second floor after all, but we somehow managed. It turned out to be real fun: you attached a note to the end of one rope, pulled the other, and your note started traveling. We were so happy we could send these "mails" to each other every evening. In the morning, the one to wake up first was to send the first note. I remember getting up and rushing to the balcony where there was already a note waiting saying "Good morning!" I miss those times so much.