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Hey, people
I'd like to tell you a story from my childhood.I still don't have a clue to it
I was approximately 10 years old. It was in school, Russia. One nice day a boy, my classmate, Sasha, introduced us to several let us say 'games'. One of them I recall very clearly though it was 20 years ago.
During the break between classes we gathered near the window in a hallway. One of the pupil sat on the
windowsill, feet hanging inside the hall. The three other pupils stood on the three sides from him. One in front and two on the left and right sides. 'Window' pupil closed his eyes. The three clutched their hands like this exactly:
It looked like three guns pointed at the window pupil's head Then somebody from those three gave a sign with the head. And all the three boys synchronically took the forth boy with their fingers only and tossed him up high as if he were a dawn! I experienced that myself being either a "window" boy or a "tossing' boy. And now here in Russia nobody remembers that ! Even my schoolmates - may be they consider themself toо serious for those memories
I'd like to tell you a story from my childhood.I still don't have a clue to it
I was approximately 10 years old. It was in school, Russia. One nice day a boy, my classmate, Sasha, introduced us to several let us say 'games'. One of them I recall very clearly though it was 20 years ago.
During the break between classes we gathered near the window in a hallway. One of the pupil sat on the
windowsill, feet hanging inside the hall. The three other pupils stood on the three sides from him. One in front and two on the left and right sides. 'Window' pupil closed his eyes. The three clutched their hands like this exactly:
It looked like three guns pointed at the window pupil's head Then somebody from those three gave a sign with the head. And all the three boys synchronically took the forth boy with their fingers only and tossed him up high as if he were a dawn! I experienced that myself being either a "window" boy or a "tossing' boy. And now here in Russia nobody remembers that ! Even my schoolmates - may be they consider themself toо serious for those memories
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