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My Childhood Memory

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Roy, Timmy, and I sat on a log near a stream. Roy was the oldest out for all of us, and was more logical in his thinking. He was approaching ten, and was starting to demand respect. Timmy Was a little bit older then me, and was quite disgusting. I was the youngest, and being the only girl, I was often picked on by the older two. My ideas were often consider irrelevant, and because they never listened, we got into more trouble than necessary. I looked up at the trees, when I saw what looked like a car. “Hey guys,” I said as I stood up from the log, elongating my arm and pointer finger at my discovery. The boys eyes grew in amazement. “Is that a car?!” Roy asked flabbergasted. Timmy took off running for the car. “Hey wait up!” I yowled, dashing after him. Timmy was like a monkey clambering up the tree. His movement was eloquent, and he was already forming muscle mass at the age of seven. I climbed up after him, and Roy followed behind. Timmy tried to force the door open. I could see that he was getting frustrated. The door was wedged between the tree. “The doors stucked dummy!”Roy shouted behind us. I climbed around to the other side of the car, and yanked on the car door. “MOVE!” Timmy pushed me to the side, almost pushing me to the ground. Timmy yet again failed at opening the door. “The car is locked you guys,” I said not thinking that I was just make the problem worse. We all scurried down the tree. “How do you think the car got up there?”I asked, as we

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