I remember the first time I went the story and scared the child to read. Much has changed things. Now I'm just afraid that a wolf is hiding behind every tree.
I remember how my father taught me to play tennis, take the racquet and hit the ball correctly with the right effect. I remember well when my turn now trying to explain what a racket or ball. Even what is tennis. And all while I clean the drool.
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