Grave down on fun im fast on scrap. The person dearest to my mothers heart was undoubtably her father a vulgar german who was deported to siberia during the Second World War a truck driver who quickly fell in love with the wide open spaces of the steps. But not the only one to make the moment dan had there and sometimes he took me with him he asked me if i wanted to drive i said yes so he sat me down gave me the Steering Wheel and i drove the truck has been helpful you just have to drive straight ahead you dont need a life skill im driving and driving and then i look over and see my dad has his eyes closed as if hes sleeping and now theres a car heading towards us i say daddy daddy wake up this is where i had my first
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i remember this conversation with my teacher well my gentle mother she achieved things in her own way. another memory i have is of cafe crystal where we often eat ice cream it was a special place so i dressed up in priest s girt and put white ribbons in my hair. cut. we children took roaming around the streets for granted my many cousins and i grew up like siblings nobody had to play along. i associate that freedom and feeling of security with counterattacks with the sand the tickles in your nose and the wind that s playing
i remember this conversation with my teacher well my gentle mother she achieved things in her own way. the air. another memory i have is of cafe crystal where we often ate ice cream it was a special place so i dressed up in priest s girt and put a white ribbons in my hair. we children took roaming around the streets for granted my many cousins and i grew up like siblings nobody had to play along. i associate that freedom and feeling of security with care attached with the sand the tickles in your nose and the wind
another memory i have is of cafe krista where we often ate ice cream it was a special place so i dressed up in priest s girt and put white ribbons in my hair then we. heard. we children took roaming around the streets for granted my many cousins and i grew up like siblings nobody had to play along. i associate that freedom in feeling the security with contact with the sand the tickles in your nose and the wind that s playing with your hair it s still the same place today. was.
another memory i have is of cafe crystal where we often ate ice cream it was a special place so i dressed up in priest s girt and put white ribbons in my hair to. work. with children took roaming around the streets for granted my many cousins and i grew up like siblings nobody had to play along. i associate that freedom and feeling of security with car attack with the sand the tickles in your nose and the wind that s playing with your hair it s still the same place today.