There's not much really... I've told you I'm not reader before HARRY POTTER.. All my books when I was a child was that of fairy tales and just some random cartoon stories (The Flinstones, Raggedy Anne?) w/c I barely read, BTW. Though there's this one that stuck through with me... The story entitled, if I'm not mistaken that is.. "The Little Red Hen". Well basically it was about a red hen (like if it isn't too obvious?) with a beautiful garden and home.. The little red hen is very hard working... And s/he (because I'm not sure what the gender is) has a group of friends who are down-right L-A-Z-Y.. Basically the story's moral lesson is that good things come to those who work their asses off (pardon on that).
So that's it I guess.. I don't know if I can still find my copy of that book.. It's somewhere within the clutter of my old things that I can't bear to throw, but at the same time, I cannot touch. Too much memory in there. I might cry my eyeballs out because I've lost the girl with the big dreams. And I'm afraid to get her back anyway. So. Whatever!
Day 13 only asks about books.. But I have my favorite childhood stories.. W/c came from my mama (she used to narrate me some stories to put me to sleep). Some of those are: The legend of the Pineapple, Hansel and Gretel, Snow White and Cinderella. Oh my childhood, where art thou gone?
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