Child victims of our endless imagination have also become known. Tubes. It was a pipe that brought

Child victims of our endless imagination have also become known. Tubes. It was a pipe that brought hot and cold water from a nearby factory, carbon arc lamp from which the term stuck a chimney. The pipes went older children and for our younger it was all holiness. Substation became uninteresting, this fun take younger children, and we made eye on the distant corners of settlements. The tube was walking in the crowd and secretly. Led along the road, where grew wild pears and fields of grain, which encourage us directly, we flew in endless circles and destroying farmers crops. The tube climbed very difficult, very glad we showered each other directly in the field. To this day, do not really know what we're so attracted to. Those who were fifteen, went there secretly smoking. My younger we ran down tubes and once we are astray except for the very end, which led to the country. In the field next to the paved road, where he drove the car once a year and has found use mainly for fans of hang gliders. Who first saw the glider taking off, got a point. We were fascinated by this toy airplane that was a sign that summer is here again. U betonky rose a pile of straw. It was a huge stack, ideal for children's fun. This place we found in three, carbon arc lamp a week later he met perhaps half the estate. In the stack, we ryll burrows, where we lay, played at the dogs and we were able to rampage for several hours. The end came when the police car drove around a megaphone and shouted at us to get out. Annoyed So we packed up, devising legal maneuvers that after all there is no sign that said private property, but as soon as we reached the road, the car was not there. A handful went home, but we have remained resilient. Once I convinced my classmate Dominic to go with me. I am guaranteeing that it will stack surely enjoy. She had a little concerned that the home gets, because it was far away from home. I pulled her to the stack, which it despite previous protests liking. It was in September, not much heat was a way around the stack was muddy. But it did not bother us because we were running here and there, leaping over the hole and it was a great time. Dominičina first expedition to stack a success. According to me, she kicked off her shoes and ran the damp straw, ignoring the cold. And then we got down to just one thing: a passing horse. We flew out with Dominika barefoot on the muddy path to the road and marveled at bay, who trotted past. For him loudly, "Gee" We absolutely did not care that we are slowly mud to the knees. When the horses trotted, happiness faded. I was completely brown legs and I tried to clean the straw. I knew I would be home stuffy, so I already had a plan. I had to sneak to the bathroom, which was the front door and rush to wash your feet. Socks I had planned to throw in the trash. Everything I was perfectly prepared. To the relief of all, when I opened my door was on two west, which meant that no one is home. I quickly scrubbed feet, socks zarafičila in the trash and when my mother came very glad I saw her and she me too. Socks I really disgustingly braced and nothing terrible happened. I had one pair less a mother should not worry that I fly so far away from home.
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