Something was remembered. When school was finished, we were told to bring 2 photos - a child's and now, like hanging a-la on the stand before and after, so that everyone would admire the graduates. I prepared: the first photo - I am 8 years old, I sit in the dress of the princess and the crown, the second - the slashed jeans, green hair, I sit, bouncing (16 years old, that)
My mother (M) talks with her older brother (B), looking at these photos.
M: Hahaha... and who could have thought that such a nightmare would grow out of such a footstep...
B: It always happens! Remember Darth Vader!

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