Hi, I’m going to write about my childhood. When I was 1 year old, I was running around, falling and hurting myself and crying, eating and drinking something, sleeping, laughing, jumping, clapping my hands…
In my room, there wasn’t a bed, there was a cradle. There was a box full of toys. But now there is a bookcase with my Lego cars and my toys. But my toys aren’t that much compared to my childhood. And I look like my uncle now and in the past.
That’s all. Bye!