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man bache ke bodam tabestona az maghazeye yeki az dostaye babam chandta karton biskoit, pofak va adams mikharidam... dakke mizadam kenare khiabon! i did that in 3 years from i was 6! and with money i earned i bought alot of ice creams
yeki az behtarin moshtariam ham khodam bodam hamash be dadash kochikam migoftam boro az baba pool begir ke biai man behet pofak beforosham bad nesfesho khodam mikhordam
on moghe adamsa ham akse football tosh bod ke hame jam mikardan manam bishtare adamsaro say mikardam yejori nega konam kasi nafahme va age aksesho nadashtam var midashtam bara khodam
I think even if we agreed to share our memories to others or not, it is a particular matter in our life, for the memories its ranked in two (bad, good, sad, happy) and its not mutulay exclusive.
and we have to accept that our memories is all of our life, and our actual life converted to the memory automatically.
so the memory is considerable whether we speak about it, or keep it forgotten.
We live near the airport, so u can imagine we would always get guests.
Me and my bro would play a game called "doz kaary" whenever we had people round. If the guests had kids, then the kids would join in aswell
We would set the alarm and wake up at like 4am to play this, coz its more fun in the dark. Basically, we would dare eachother to go into the living room where the adults were asleep, and steal something ridiculous without waking them up. Then we would run back, and give it to the next person who was playing "doz kaary"
The new "doz" had to guess what guest it had been stolen from, and go back to the room where the guests were sleeping, and try and put that object back (in the dark). While they were putting the old object back, they had to steal a new thing and bring it back for the new "doz".
My mum would come into our room in the morning and be like "kafshaaye Dr Fouad too otaaghe to chi kaar mikone?"
a funny irony in our life is, when we were young we always wanted to be adult to be free, and to do things at free will, now at adult age we wish to be young and care of our parents..... atleast i wish to be.
If you wish to be loved, show more of your faults than your virtues. - Edward Bulwer-Lytton
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