we all have an unforgettable childhood, *n some funy stories will n*r be forgotten.
in my memory, my father is a vet. my parents ran a drugstore, selling animal medicine, they were very busy , and *n didn't have enough time to look after me, sometimes i came back from the kindergarten, my mummy put me in the back yard to let me play lonely.
the yard was not very large, with wooden bars, iron bars, and *g lumps. on the edge of the wall were some loofah, and the vines crept along the wall to the hut, and there were many melons,hung down from the shed, swaying with a gust of wind.
at that time,i was only three or four years old, my family was near a wide road, the roaring cars came and went down continousely. when they picked me from the kindergarten,they let me stay in the yard,n*r let me go out. it was so boring and one *ning, i slipped through the gap in the back yard and walked along the road to a bank yard. *rything here was fresh to me, the tree cicadas crying, the ground ants crawling, all the things here attracted me. it was dark before i knew it, and i didn't mean to go home. suddenly, from a distance, i heard a voice ,it was my mother "my kid --". i looked up and saw, it was very dark. i couldn't * crying. my mother, hearing my voice, flew over, took me in my arms, and burst into tears. later, i knew that my parents had started up all my relatives and neighbors to find me. they thought i had been abducted by human traffickers and n*r saw me again.
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