When I was a kid, I remember
We came home in our house.
It's late night.
We rode a three-wheeled vehicle called tricycle.
It's pretty dark inside our house, no electricity, no light.
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The Memory Book
RandomI am writing all my childhood - up to now memories because I know I will going to forget them someday. In case I forgot them, I will opened this published book and read it daily. Welcome to my memory, also my trauma and rant dump book, feel free to...
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When I was a kid, I remember
We came home in our house.
It's late night.
We rode a three-wheeled vehicle called tricycle.
It's pretty dark inside our house, no electricity, no light.
