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Childhood memories are strange things, because sometimes you can’t quite be sure if you really remember something, or if you just think you do because others have told you about it, or you have seen a photo of the event later on.  I’m going to talk to you about a memory that I’m very confident is real.  I’ll tell you what it is, when it happened, how it affected me and why I still remember it until now.

The memory is the earliest one I have of me and my Dad.  I was very small indeed, I’m not exactly sure how old, but I’d guess about three years old, maybe even younger.  My Dad was not a particularly tall or strong man, but I was small enough, and by comparison, he was big enough then, for me to stand with both my feet on one of his, and to reach up with my arms and cling onto his leg.  I would then hang on and laugh delightedly as he tried to go about his daily business, walking around the house with me gripping on tightly refusing to be budged.  It was a favorite game.

And until now, I am respecting them and it was my best friend in my life. If I don't have these memories, I can't grow up like now. So I promise that when I grow up and go to work, I will never can forget those memories, it will always in my heart.

Chúc bạn học tốt ^^

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My childhood was very bad, there were many things that made me unhappy about my family