when I was five years old. On Valentine's day' Eve, my mother said
to me, let's make cookies! In the morinig, my mother and I went
shopping by car. The car ride made me feel so sick, but I was didn't
notice to that sickness. I felt more excited than sick. After we came
home, we put on aprons. For the first time I touched flour. I thought
it looked delicious. I licked it but, it wasn't delicious. And my younger
brother came to me. He said to me, what are you doing? I ansered,
Get away! I wanted to enjoy by myself, but he is drawn to me. He then
touched my flour, so we began a flour war. Flour was flying around the
kitchen. We gradually felt cheerful. We became snow-white as well as
our kitchen. Needless to say, my mother was angry at us. However, I
had a good wonderful, amazing time.
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