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The story of my growth


My childhood is colorful. In my sweet childhood, I have a happy time, but there is also a sad side, but also a lot of jokes.
When I was young, I slipped over the roller skates. At that time, I thought that skating was a very simple matter. I didn't think it was easy. Actually, it was not easy: I started wearing a single row of skates at the beginning, and I imagined that the adults would be 5 meters away. But I just went out for a kick, and I "plopped" and fell down. The ass blossomed. So I carefully walked the railing, but I fell a few times without a few trips, so I was very timid. Trying to change the thick wheels. This time I am much better than the last time, probably every ten steps to fall. Since then, I have been holding the railings, and the technology is getting better and better. One day, I felt that I found a balance, moving the heavyweight shoes step by step, and sliding a step toward the center of the field: "Yeah, I am..." The voice is not falling, and it is "plop", the butt is composed of two Half turned into eight and a half... Finally one day, I was able to skate smoothly in the smooth place... Finally, one day, I was able to slip on the wind, the wind whispered, but I was not careful...

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