Thursday, November 15, 2007
I remember when I was ...
When I was 16 years old I went to the sea with my little brother because I wanted to teach him swimming. I carried him and dropped him in to the deep watere. At first he cried but after a lot of trying he learned but he wanted to kill me because of that. Now, when I sit with him and with our friends we talk about this story and we laugh.
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I'm laughing too! I hope your little brother wasn't too scared! I'm relieved to find out that in the end your brother learned to swim and is comfortable in the water.
Nice work!
Oh, you forgot several capital letters. Could you fix these please?
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