When I was ten years old,My family moved to a rural part of the country. We bought an old house, which was almost destroyed. It was very peaceful, but it was in a terrible condition with all kind of junk. The old house had a strange white cabin. I wasnot allowed to approach the cabin. However,I investigated the cabin, I looked around the place. InsideI found a little sword which was heavy and black.I took it out and playedit withmy brother all day long. It was fantastic for us to play with the small sword, but we didn’t realize how dangerous it was! unfortunately,I hurt my middle finger of my right hand, and myparents worried about my condition at that time. I was not too serious, but evenso my parents threw out the sword outside. I found it again, and kept it in my room. It was my souvenir ! I stillhave the swordin my room today, andI often look at it when I want to go back to childhood.
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