Xxx: Remembered the story of how in class 4-5 with a friend went out of school and went to the side of the stop.

Go and go, next to the supermarket, which was in front of the stop, met my grandfather.

He approaches and says:

"Children, the hand hurts, help to get the little things out of the pocket"

Well, I, since I was always a kind and responsive person, decided to help, the old man is not. He put his hand in his pocket, and you know what? The cancer. Breast Cancer. A green one, with cracks, with ticks.

Clearly, I stumbled by surprise, and my grandfather and a friend like let me stumble on me.

The joke is that you can’t walk through life lessons and I didn’t climb my pockets anymore.



Yyy: Yes, your childhood brain has replaced this terrible memory with green cancer.