retell your childhood experience
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As a child, I wrote my last will. All my toys were to go to our cat: my room – to Alex, the local hobo who always said "hi" to me; my etiquette textbook was to go to my brother, as we'd had a fight not long before. I brought the list to my aunt, who was a lawyer, and asked her to "apostle" it. She was a resourceful woman, so she sent copies of my list to all our relatives, crowning it all by putting the original on her desk in a frame. That way, not only my family laughed at me but all her clients did too.
Once, a boy from my class approached me during naptime in kindergarten. I pretended to be asleep and didn't move. He lay beside me, kissed me on the cheek, and quietly said, "I love you." Then he went to his bed. I still remember him going home that day, his gray striped sweatshirt... Now I'm 27, but that childhood confession remains one of the most romantic things I've heard in my life.
When I went to my grandfather's home outside the town, everyone there had a "Beware of the dog" sign on their gates. I once got angry with Grandpa for some reason, and while he was at work, I wrote "Beware of Gramps" on his gate.
A girl once brought a new doll to kindergarten, and it was so pretty even the boys liked it. Everyone played with it, but I was the one to break it. The girl cried, of course, so I decided to give her a similar doll. I asked my parents to buy it for me for my birthday instead of the thing I wanted for myself. They approved, and I gave her that doll on my birthday. The girl's joy was the best pay-off I could imagine. And at dinner, my dad gave me my own present as well. He said I did the right thing, and they were proud of me.