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So when I think of a happy memory from my childhood, the first one that comes to my mind is when my father taught me how to ride a bike. If my memory serves me right, it was when I was seven years old, and on a special occasion, my parents gave me a bike [...]
Well, when I think about my childhood, one memory always makes me smile: the day I got lost in the market. I was about 6 years old, and I went to a big, crowded bazaar with my mother. Everything felt magical to me—colorful fruits, loud voices, and the smell of fresh bread. At some point, [...]