I was terribly naughty from a young age. Running away from school, being beaten by mother's hand, running away from father are not found in this life
My torture would start in the morning, I would wake up at dawn to call the crow. Then I think I promised in my mind that I would get up before sunrise anyway. I had a classmate next door. I have to get up before him. I was the type of all the naughty Dermota Muti Sardar in the neighborhood.
It was a regular sight for me and my group to get up in the morning and walk around the village, noticing which fruit had grown on which tree. In doing so, the day when it is too late to sit down to read in the morning is the best medium in mother's hand. Once upon a time, the country was on fire ....
I was not as bad as a student at school. I would have been 1st or 2nd regularly. But I was No. 1 in God's infinite mercy in wickedness. Boys and girls used to take classes together, so I put chewing gum on the table as I wished ....
Once a girl used to put chewing gum on my head, what should I give up, I should also put it on her head ..
Now sometimes it feels like it shouldn’t have made it feel a little worse. Once in the afternoon I was playing cricket on the field of girls school, I hit the ball and it fell on the head of a bald uncle Mia, just like that bald head put a rubber dice on him ..... I will not give the ball to my uncle .. So the extreme mood got worse ..Before my uncle left, he had news that he would come to pick up the ball.
.Consequences: The next morning at the gate of uncle's house, some of our friends came to do something useless.
He has no idea how much mischief I am doing as a child. And now I'm so polite pola! It's fun to think of the day before. How many days I have been doing mischief, jumping in the pond, running and jumping, I am making noise all day long, how much fun. I shared one or two with you. I will do more in the future. I'm not a professional writer try to write this a little. Let me know if you like it.
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