As you know, I am working on my book. I thought I would reveal a small story of my life that have impacted it tremendously. Enjoy reading!
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It is nice spring day April 1986. I am 8 years old. Another day and it is time to go to school. Beautiful spring day, when everyone is excited not wear heavy coats and itchy sweaters anymore. I am walking to school enjoying the weather and like always meeting my friend Adele in the middle of my way. Our art class was about to begin so we were chasing one another, screaming and laughing. We knew that prior to our class we needed to make it to a locker room to change our shoes, as this was mandatory. At last, with our artwork completely wrinkled, we made it to our class and took our sits waiting for our teacher to arrive.