When i was a child,i used to like adventure a lot.I would wander around the hazelnut grove and look for to discover something new for me.One day while i was playing football with my brother,our ball went into the hazelnut grove.Thus,i went to take it back.When i took the ball,i heard something,a painful scream.I went towards a tree and saw a poor bird screaming.Then i took it and looked what the matter is.I saw that one of its legs had been broken.Thus,i prepared somewhere for it to rest.I brought some bread for it to eat.I was so hopeful that it could manage to survive.When the weather got dark, i left the bird somewhere safe and went home.When i put my head to the cushion,i started dreaming what would happen tomorrow.In the morning, i got up with excitement and went to the garden where the bird was.Then,i looked at the bird but there was something wrong.It wasn't moving and ,it is a pity,it had been dead.I was in shock and dissappointed when i saw this scene.Then i started crying because i felt guilty of its death.While i was crying, my father saw me and asked what had happened.I told all the story and my father comforted me.Then we buried the bird and made it a grave:)I visited its grave for some time but after days i forgot and went on living my life.But after years ,now,i want to remember that poor bird and little girl,me.I missed my childhood and days which we didn't go home until our games hadn't finished:)))) 14 Kasım 2008 Cuma
A PIECE OF MEMORY FROM MY CHILDHOOD
When i was a child,i used to like adventure a lot.I would wander around the hazelnut grove and look for to discover something new for me.One day while i was playing football with my brother,our ball went into the hazelnut grove.Thus,i went to take it back.When i took the ball,i heard something,a painful scream.I went towards a tree and saw a poor bird screaming.Then i took it and looked what the matter is.I saw that one of its legs had been broken.Thus,i prepared somewhere for it to rest.I brought some bread for it to eat.I was so hopeful that it could manage to survive.When the weather got dark, i left the bird somewhere safe and went home.When i put my head to the cushion,i started dreaming what would happen tomorrow.In the morning, i got up with excitement and went to the garden where the bird was.Then,i looked at the bird but there was something wrong.It wasn't moving and ,it is a pity,it had been dead.I was in shock and dissappointed when i saw this scene.Then i started crying because i felt guilty of its death.While i was crying, my father saw me and asked what had happened.I told all the story and my father comforted me.Then we buried the bird and made it a grave:)I visited its grave for some time but after days i forgot and went on living my life.But after years ,now,i want to remember that poor bird and little girl,me.I missed my childhood and days which we didn't go home until our games hadn't finished:)))) 
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Your childhood memory reminded me one memory about a bird.I and my friends found a dead bird while walking around our school.And we couldn't go without doing nothing.We buried it.You don't need to be upset because you did what you could do=)
well,i have an experience,too.But the dead thing wasn't a bird.It was a kitten:(It died and we buried it.But this is the rule of life;)All of the livings will die
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