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When I was young in the father's hometown...
When I was young in the father's hometown, my cousins and my sibling got baskets to pick strawberries. We looked for the biggest and brightly red strawberries and then we compared, measuring who was winner.
When I was young in the father's hometown, the sliding contest was on Grave Hill. All the neighborhood kids brought a big bunch of yellow hays, and we each waited for a turn.
When I was young in the father's hometown, we picked up chestnuts. The mountain was covered with chestnuts everywhere. I came home and ate non-stop until there was iust an empty steam pot.
When I was young in the father's hometown, I helped to take a hen to my aunt. The hen ran, I followed the hen, and my aunt chased it the other way, and she smashed it with a huge mortar.
When I was young in my father's hometown, I always wanted to stay there. I thought, "When I go home to the city, homework only waits me."
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