What I have is complicated. Although it does not, torture me since childhood filled with shame. It is those memories that will appear accompanied by a rejection and heartbreak.
But as this blog has helped me to make embarrassing situations in simple poignant anecdotes and a bit funny, I tell you. There.
When I was little, MANY times confused people on the street with the adults who accompanied me at the time, and I try to talk or shake hands. Never too transcended the error. Strangers were limited to laugh or point me to my real adult.
But there was once no more I forget. My parents were looking at a window for hours (time of the child). My desire is that I did see anything, because suddenly passed out my legs and I climbed into a pocket, as I did with my dad.
walked kilometers (distance from the child) grasped the pocket of a stranger, until a hand touched my head, I looked up and an old man looked back at me laughing like crazy.
I let go and I retraced my steps. My parents looked at me laughing from the same glass as well.
And I bothered re they laughed at me.
Ah, and now look at my pipunis:
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