stories from childhood.
2014-06-23 @ 20:57:21
When I was a little girl I have always been naive and believed in everything what my older siblings said. I am the youngest so they always abused it. I suppose everyone once or twice believed that he or she was adopted. I was told by my sister that I was. Can you imagine how frightened I was. It is too cruel. But it was only one of her nasty jokes. Once, she gave me to taste baking powder as it was a vanilla sugar. It was awful. On the other hand, my brother gave me to try a seed of mustard. Blee. Since than I hate mustard. I remember lots of more but I will write them some other time. Maybe...

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