That day, my house beside a small stream of water in the veo. On the beautiful sunny day, standing on the banks of streams, I can see down to the depths. There's the white pebbles and the kick up swimming. Everyday, I'm with you back to brunch out streams, follow the edge of the spring catch snails, white stone picked up on to the game map. And the most fun is in the summer, we often hid his mother out of the stream. In fact it is only a small stream but the very deep flooded beginning adults. There is a small bridge crosses the stream. The other side of the bridge that is home to Mr. James. As usual, the afternoon, I waited for my mother asleep. My run to the House the boys asked them to classmates to the banks of the stream to swim. She's hot, sunny afternoon as the fire burned, is immersed in the water cooler, nothing. So when a friend of mine has just heard the whistling of my familiar, the boys also go out the back door and to rendezvous. Just out of the House, both the flood we run fast lest her parents discover, by we all know that if being revealed certainly yours kid who will no blow. Five minutes later, the bridge and the water cooler has been our eyes. I have comments today will not swim normally as always that long jump competition, i.e. standing on the bridge and jump down, one of the most long jump will be the winners.
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