When I was five, I was always convinced that my dad, when he came back from work in the evening, got bored while watching TV. That's why I would always go to my room, grab some toys and deliberately break them. Then I'd bring them to my dad so he could fix them. I thought it made him happier...***
My mom used to work in a school, and often took me with her to work. One time she didn't keep her eye on me, and I sneaked out to the garage of the school. She found me inside the garage. I was standing next to a barrel of gold grains, rubbing the gold into my hair. I thought I would look like Rapunzel! Although my mom washed my hair several times, I still left traces of gold wherever I went for a few weeks, like a fairy.
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I remember vividly when my mom would tell me off by saying: "So if everybody started wearing ripped jeans, you would as well?" I don't know who exactly it was who started that trend, but she turned out to be prophetically right...
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Treasured Memories
Short StoryWhenever I think about those days I was just a little kiddo and my kindergarten, school friends, and days I when I loved lollipops... memories come and fall down my cheeks. "Childhood is like being drunk. Everyone remembers what you did except you."...