my+childhood

There is an old story about a peach boy who was born from a peach to become a hero in Japan.
=== In my childhood, as I often dreamed such a foolish dream, my mother was always worried about me. For example, after coming home, I cut that peach by myself and － maybe you can imagine what happened later － I cut my thumb with shedding blood. I cried and cried. On seeing me, my mother collapsed and ･･･ I leave the rest to your imagination. ===

There was, however, only one thing which was helped by my dreamer mind.
=== On a hot summer day, I went climbing a mountain with my family. After a while, I found one butterfly, which was blue, of course, for me at that time. I tried to catch it up ･･･ then I got lost. ===

“God must help you. You may as well try to meet him!”
=== I climb and climbed the mountain, just thinking I was getting closer to Heaven. Eventually and surprisingly, I could reach the top of the mountain to see My mother look very sad. On finding me, she came running to me. I said to mother, ===

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