When I was little, I remember walking with my father at night to buy chocolate. I'd been wanting this chocolate for a long time, having seen a commercial for it on television. I was probably four or five years old at the time.
That night, the two of us walked to the intersection where the shop was located. Unfortunately, the chocolate I was looking for wasn't available. In the end, my father bought me something else. I was a little disappointed, but I was happy to be walking with him. My house used to be on the edge of town, but it was a crowded place.
Finally, when I was six, we moved out of the city. To a village, but densely populated. Here, I could bathe in the river, play in the fields, and ride my bike with my father. And I've lived in this village ever since. Those times are deeply imprinted in my memory. Perhaps this is what is called core memory.
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