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Originally Posted by Format C:
Are we parted twins?
At 4 I found that my father forgot his razor on the sink... and ended up in emergency room.
From 5 to 11, my school-mates used to kid me because of my freckles (It was Italy, not Ireland).
I tried to get rid of them (the freckles...) with ammonia, bleach, sandpaper, various kind of solvent...
At 12 I played indoor soccer, using my mom's paintings as target and her plants as team-mates.
At 13, when a bunch of bullies in their late teens came at the soccer field to chase us away, I didn't fly with my friends and stayed challenging them all.
At 15, being at school without teacher, we made a competition trying to strike passers-by with tipp-ex bottles, giving a score to each one. Policemen had the highest score, and I won by large...
As an adult, I became really stupid.... |
I did the razor thing, ouch.
You were close with the freckles. Lemon juice would have worked
