When I was a kid growing in a poor neighbourhood mom didn’t allowed me to go outside when it rained. The strong rain would create big streams that would turn the dirty road into a river and as the rain force subsided small streams wouls run down the street. My whole knowledge of the world outside my neighbourhood was limited to the stories of ancient greece in a small tome of a encyclopedia some previous owner let at the rented home we had. I would see the streams running, would open the wood door without making a noise and put on the stream a paper boat, watching it get lost in the stream, sailing away to the lands mentioned in the books. Innocence is such a beautiful thing.
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