are probably decent people with luggage "good childhood" and the theme that surprised me today - when 2 coffee and a piece of chocolate - you will be a shadow of something nasty, but what none of us can not influence the luggage dświadczeń. Nay, even for the future, in the middle of the pack, it has already in fact a negligible impact. I wondered whether I missing something from the past? Besides Mom and fresh optimistic naivete (this is lost somewhere less węcej slowly from 20 birthday - so I diagnose).
What is under your pillow and mythologized przekłamanych (naturally) memories, which makes it back to us a wave of nostalgia, mystery, a promise of adventure, which - as then it turns up - never take place? Perhaps this is the first reading 20,000 miles of underwater navigation, or the first session of a Duel Monsters , so, too, but something else - a shooting range.
not remember the beginning, I do not know where it came first. I only know that as a child who has grown quite a long time (and therefore, everyone was talking to me :-) I had a penny first be brought to the platform (traditionally, by the Best - who was a champion in the organization than all the other games) and then on the podium, gave me a brick into the foot, although I nose could rely on the counter and take a look at what happens in the middle. I do not know whether today the entire contents of this bajzlu would be worth 20 PLN. They had black and white photographs of stars przebrzmiałych, rubber in the shape of a cigarette on a stick, flower foam, disgusting, and bears do not know what else. Certainly, the car was always decorated with empty cans of foreign beers and other garbage. Another attraction was the "game of the Jew" - it was a razor, glass enclosed, to which the wrzucało Moniak 2 or 5 zloty, and we had to maneuver their leverage to "Jew walking" is not picked up the coins to the basket. Whore mother - like me think about it, it was a mental Saigon. Anyway, luckily when I finally started to grow, and the same could shoot and play - shooting stopped coming. Now, I think, mom Tobs, was sacred to us patience. I would not have lifted such a primitive level of their own children.
I do not know why, this bloody shooting stuck in my head and as soon as you remember it is I feel like I was on board the Nautilus
:-) Ps. Zaglądnęłam myself - just so - to their posts prior to 2 years. I began to wonder if I am sometimes this blog should not be eliminated. Quite pstro in my head is spinning. I still do not I continued reading.
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