Where I grew up

I have a wound a little to the left of the top of my head. I won’t heal entirely. I went to this market on a fotball field with my friends amd his parents and siblings. I remember feeling like everybody there was a total hick. You see I grew up in the countryside. The kids around me… well their idea of fun was building treehouses and driving tractors and let’s not forget burning shit and playing with airriffles. Oh yeah and let’s not forget playing with fireworks all year around (my mothers torment nr one).

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